By the Light of a Silver Moon

8-word prompt: gossamer, lilt, cobalt, hush, marrow, drift, ember, and inkling.

It is the warmth of your gaze
that brings the hush to my lips
and stills even the marrow in my bones;
I drift blissfully on the ember of your regard,
on this inkling of your passion,
and my heart sings with a desirous lilt
as the last vestige
of this gossamer of hesitation
folds and bends and twists itself into oblivion,
until nothing remains between us,
except this fiery attraction,
and we succumb to one another
at last,
under heavens enveloped in cobalt,
illuminated only
by the moon aglow.