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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

Intertwined This Midnight Hour

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In halls where shadows pulse and sway,

Your breath ignites the night to play,

A sigh, a moan, a whispered flame,

No need for words, no need for name.


Our bodies meet where ghosts entwine,

In darkness deep, I make you mine.

No sorrow here, no mournful tears,

Just heat that melts away the years.


Fingers trace the lines of space,

Time dissolves in your embrace.

We twist, we turn, a fevered knot,

In realms where touch is all we've got.


Beneath the stars, beneath the skin,

Where lust begins, and light grows thin,

I feel you burn, I hear you call,

A primal urge, a slow freefall.


No life, no death, just endless heat,

A pulse where our two bodies meet.

In every gasp, in every grind,

The universe begins to unwind.


Oh, pull me deeper, drag me low,

Where night is raw, and nothing shows.

A dance of flesh, a grasping cry,

Where every thrust defies the sky.


Let stars collapse, let worlds implode,

For in this dark, our senses goad.

No gods, no rules, no shame, no sin—

Just fire that tears from deep within.


In every shudder, every tear,

We find what’s pure, what’s raw, what’s clear.

No tomb, no grave can cage this need,

We bloom, we burst, we burn, we bleed.

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