Where Worlds Collide In the echo of yearning, where shadows play, Lust intertwines with the ghosts of the day, Desperation, a flame that flickers and bends, As passion ignites, yet frustration descends.

With eyes shut tight, you seek refuge in dreams, A sanctuary built from your silent screams. Biting your lip, with the taste of the night, Each pulse resonates, drawing thrill from the fright.

Your heart, a drum in a symphony’s grasp, Beat by beat, it whispers, then gasps. With every tight grip, the world fades away, Yet in this embrace, the night longs to stay.

A dance on the edge of desire's steep crest, Where bodies collide, but hearts ache for rest. In shadows we linger, both wanting and lost, In passion's fierce tempest, we bear the true cost.

© 02/03/2025