In the quiet of the night, where whispers blend with dreams,
Shadows of desire paint the walls with silent screams.
A dance of forbidden flames, where passion meets the skin,
In the depths of darkness, we embrace the sin within.

The moonlight casts its silver veil on secrets left unspoken,
Hearts entwined in whispers, where vows are often broken.
Temptation’s gentle touch, a lure we can’t rescind,
In the silence of our longing, we find our souls have sinned.

The fragrance of the midnight rose, a scent so sweet yet bitter,
Draws us closer to the edge, where shadows start to flitter.
In the garden of our yearning, where innocence is thin,
We tread the path of darkness, and let the sin begin.

As dawn approaches slowly, with light to cleanse the night,
We hide the scars of passion, out of reach, out of sight.
In the morning’s gentle glow, we wear our masks again,
But in the depths of our hearts, we know we’ve danced with sin.