By Praneet Sarkar
In twilight's embrace, a tempest rages,
Beneath the stars, our passion engages.
With lips aflame, and eyes of frost,
We dance in shadows, our souls embossed.
Her form, a masterpiece of divine design,
With alabaster skin, a canvas, refined.
Hair of midnight cascades in silken waves,
A siren's call, to lead astray the braves.
Yet in this dance, a discord rings,
As fervour fades, and silence sings.
A touch so cold, a gaze so distant,
Lying in a union where love feels resistant.
With hands that trace, but hearts that stray,
We journey on, in disarray.
Each kiss a whisper, lost in the night,
A symphony of passion, veiled in blight.
But as the tides of time relent,
A metamorphosis, quietly sent.
Her visage shifts, in subtle grace,
A new allure, a different face.
The touch of eyes once senseless sapphire,
Ignites now a fierce fire.
A figure lithe, with curves of flame,
In her embrace, I find no shame.
Gone is the anger, the distance, the ire,
Replaced by ardour, a burning pyre.
Our bodies entwined, in fervent dance,
A love reborn, in passion's trance.
And as we linger, in this newfound gaze,
The world around; away it fades.
For in her eyes, a truth revealed,
Love's transformation, now unsealed.
In silence shared, our souls align,
No longer distant, but intertwined.
A bond forged strong, in love's embrace,
A journey started, in this sacred place.
By Praneet Sarkar
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