In the tender light of flames, where our desires lie, unfolding,

madly we burn,

inhibitions gone,

where the shadows on the walls dance a lustful ballet,

to the growling whispers,

with a firm hand on a bare throat, vibrating, primal,

teeth on bare flesh, surrendering to your touch,

at 3am

where time slows in this world of shadows and hushed aches

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