The shadows blur, the midnight clock stands still,
Your piercing gaze ignites a sudden spark,
A surge of heat that bends the iron will,
And pulls us helpless down into the dark.
We drop the weight of words upon the floor,
The fabric tears, the quiet room expands,
We press against the boundary of the door,
With heavy breaths and urgent, tracing hands.
Your skin is fire, a wild, consuming tide,
An untamed rhythm taking hold of space,
There is no longer any place to hide,
Within the fever of this locked embrace.
Our bodies intertwine, a tangled knot,
The crashing waves of dark, electric grace,
The waking world is totally forgot,
As sweat and shadows trace your stunning face.
We lose our minds to something fierce and blind,
A driving pulse that shatters every bone,
Two fevered spirits utterly entwined,
And burning in a kingdom of our own.
The morning light will break the midnight spell,
And pull the waking world back into view,
But in the quiet depths where dreams will dwell,
The heart remains forever tied to you.
Night reflection✨ It's undeniably true that damaging one’s personal image can be disastrous;we really need to maintain an exemplary attitude and behavior during adolescence as that is when we are most prone to getting carried away with fights and drugs—things that can be harmful