In shadows deep where whispers roam, The lustful heart finds yielding home. Pleasure dances, wild and free, A slave to passions' fierce decree. Climax peaks with fervent cries, A moment's bliss beneath dark skies. Pain entwined with desire's crest, Incarcerated in a trembling chest. Yet, as the dawn breaks, pale and wise, Lust ever rises, never dies. Entwines the soul, a ceaseless tether, A dance of fire, now and forever.