harrycane287
Wellknown Ace
We began as an echo in a quiet room,
A spark that mistook the dark for a womb.
Your eyes, a deliberate, slow-burning fuse,
Painting the shadows in deep, heavy blues.
The air grew thick with the weight of a glance,
A silent agreement, a dangerous dance.
Then the fiction bled into the bone,
A kingdom of velvet we claimed as our own.
In the heat of the quiet, the fantasy woke—
A feverish language that neither side spoke.
Your touch was a question, demanding and deep,
A promise my skin was desperate to keep.
We dissolved into motion, a tangle of heat,
Where the pulse of the wild and the innocent meet.
Lust was the anchor, and passion the sail,
Shedding our truths like a gossamer veil.
A symphony orchestrated by the night,
Trading our breath for a blind, blinding light.
Now the sheets are just waves on a turbulent sea,
Reclaiming the ghosts of what used to be me.
A lingering whisper, a beautiful scar,
Reminding the dark just how reckless we are.
A spark that mistook the dark for a womb.
Your eyes, a deliberate, slow-burning fuse,
Painting the shadows in deep, heavy blues.
The air grew thick with the weight of a glance,
A silent agreement, a dangerous dance.
Then the fiction bled into the bone,
A kingdom of velvet we claimed as our own.
In the heat of the quiet, the fantasy woke—
A feverish language that neither side spoke.
Your touch was a question, demanding and deep,
A promise my skin was desperate to keep.
We dissolved into motion, a tangle of heat,
Where the pulse of the wild and the innocent meet.
Lust was the anchor, and passion the sail,
Shedding our truths like a gossamer veil.
A symphony orchestrated by the night,
Trading our breath for a blind, blinding light.
Now the sheets are just waves on a turbulent sea,
Reclaiming the ghosts of what used to be me.
A lingering whisper, a beautiful scar,
Reminding the dark just how reckless we are.
