In moonlit hush, the forest sighed,

A velvet path where shadows lied.

She ran with fire beneath her skin,

A fevered pulse, a breathless sin. Branches clawed like jealous hands, While whispers stirred the sleeping lands.

He followed close, a phantom flame, Desire unmasked, no need for name.

The night grew wild with aching need, Each step a promise, dark and freed. ‘Til tangled hearts in moss were laid— The hunt complete, but never stayed.