The Shadow of Desire: A Midnight Dance
347 Words
In the still of the night,
when the moon hangs low,
a figure cloaked in ebony,
hungry for warmth,
slips through the mist,
a whisper in the dark.
Silk skin glimmers,
eyes glint like polished stones,
and everything about him
speaks of secrets,
of touch that ignites,
of passion that lingers
long after the light fades.
He prowls the streets,
silent as a breath,
searching for souls,
for fragile hearts draped in dreams,
where shadows stretch and curl
like fingers grasping for joy.
You’re drawn to him,
oblivious to risk;
the thrill of the night,
the pull of the danger,
siren-soft temptation
calling you to him,
to surrender in darkness.
His lips brush softly,
cold yet electric,
and the kiss steals warmth,
an intoxicating thrill,
brings forth a shiver,
deep in your core.
In the abyss of pleasure,
time bends and breaks,
where boundaries slip,
and the pulse of the night
beats like a drum,
like a promise unspoken—
A tangled dance of skin and shadows.
He draws nearer,
you feel the darkness wrap around you,
an embrace both sweet and haunting,
as you lose yourself
in the rhythm of the night,
where whispers smear with longing,
and hearts race against the dark.
Forgotten are the echoes
of common sense,
as lips ignite fire
that only he can quench.
The lines blur;
light stands back,
appalled by your sin,
but here, under the spell of the moon,
you fly,
no longer tethered
to the fragile light.
In this dance of fate,
the world outside fades away,
just two souls entwined
beneath the velvet sky,
lost in the frenzy
of shadows and breath,
a dark indulgence
writhe and collide.
And as the night whispers
its final warning,
you know not what comes after,
only this foreboding bliss,
this burning need wrapped in night,
where love is a hunger,
and every heartbeat
marks a step
closer to forever lost.
So linger a little longer
in this embrace of twilight,
where the boundaries fade,
the stars align,
and the dance of darkness
carries your secrets
into the endless night.
- Writer
