Furtive lover

As dusk falls, when the shadows begin to tinge the horizon, she makes her stealthy appearance, like a furtive lover who comes to visit her beloved.

She hides among the trees, anxiously awaiting the right moment when no one will discover her, like a thief coveting a valuable treasure.

Suddenly, she reveals herself in all her glory, only to hide again, suspiciously watching to see if she catches sight of her love. She always has the upper hand, agile and opportune in the art of seduction, knowing that her beloved will not be able to resist the spell of her divine charm. She shows herself naked, in the fullness of her beauty.

Her beloved poet prepares to contemplate her, ready to write the most beautiful poetry on her skin. He spends long hours gazing at her, unable to do anything but think, searching for the inspiration that flows from his pen and draws on her face the verses of intense passion that make her sigh with desire.

She is the moon, sublime star that every night seduces the enamoured bard with its ethereal glow. He, a poet in love who can do nothing but surrender to her charms, letting her silvery rays bathe him in inspiration to sing of the purest and most eternal love.