Forbidden love
(18+)
We walk the edge where reason dares not tread, A precipice of fire, fierce and steep. Each breath is thick with words we've left unsaid, Dark secrets that the shadows swore to keep. Your gaze, a dagger, searing through my skin, A wound I crave, though blood may paint the floor. This love’s a war I never meant to win, Yet here I stand, still begging you for more. The world is watching, hungry for our fall, Their whispers curl like smoke upon the air. But chains can’t hold what burns beyond control, And fate won’t bow to those who wouldn’t dare. Your hands, a sin that heaven can’t allow, Yet hell itself would bow beneath their grace. I shatter as you whisper soft and low, Your name, a prayer I dare not waste. Your lips are ruin, wicked, raw, divine, A poison laced with something sweeter still. No god, no law, no chains will draw the line— I’ll take your curse, I’ll drink my fill. They say forbidden fruit is sweet and cursed, But bitter love is better than a lie. So let their anger rise and do its worst— I’d rather burn with you than never try. No turning back; the path is dark and wide, With every step, the danger feels divine. If love’s a sin, I’ll take you as my guide— We’ll cross this hell together, yours and mine. So take my hand, let's plunge into this fire, With every ember, let our souls entwine. For in this longing, our hearts never tire— Together, we’ll embrace the wild, divine.
We walk the edge where reason dares not tread, A precipice of fire, fierce and steep. Each breath is thick with words we've left unsaid, Dark secrets that the shadows swore to keep. Your gaze, a dagger, searing through my skin, A wound I crave, though blood may paint the floor. This love’s a war I never meant to win, Yet here I stand, still begging you for more. The world is watching, hungry for our fall, Their whispers curl like smoke upon the air. But chains can’t hold what burns beyond control, And fate won’t bow to those who wouldn’t dare. Your hands, a sin that heaven can’t allow, Yet hell itself would bow beneath their grace. I shatter as you whisper soft and low, Your name, a prayer I dare not waste. Your lips are ruin, wicked, raw, divine, A poison laced with something sweeter still. No god, no law, no chains will draw the line— I’ll take your curse, I’ll drink my fill. They say forbidden fruit is sweet and cursed, But bitter love is better than a lie. So let their anger rise and do its worst— I’d rather burn with you than never try. No turning back; the path is dark and wide, With every step, the danger feels divine. If love’s a sin, I’ll take you as my guide— We’ll cross this hell together, yours and mine. So take my hand, let's plunge into this fire, With every ember, let our souls entwine. For in this longing, our hearts never tire— Together, we’ll embrace the wild, divine.
2025-02-02 19:01:42
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