Lust

In shadows deep where whispers fall,
A tale unfolds, a haunting call.
Lust, a specter, in the night,
Its touch, a flame, devouring light.

Beneath the moon’s beguiling gaze,
Desire weaves its wicked maze.
Silken threads of passion spun,
In the dance where two are one.

Eyes that lock in secret trance,
A sultry waltz, a fateful dance.
In the garden where forbidden blooms,
Lust awakens, darkness looms.

A phantom’s touch, a velvet hush,
Unveiling secrets in the blush.
Through the corridors of heated breath,
Lust, a phantom, stirs its death.

Yet, beware, the siren’s song,
For lust’s embrace can do you wrong.
In the shadows where desires cling,
A labyrinth of cravings, echoing.

Torn between the night and day,
Lust, a riddle, leads astray.
A dance with shadows, tempest’s trust,
In the realm of secrets, dwells the lust.