In the shadowed corners of tender dreams,
Lies a dance wrapped in whispers, unseen,
A melody of love, tangled and tight,
Where the heart beats against its own delight.

Bound by silken threads, both gentle and cruel,
Promises linger like reflections in a pool,
Each touch a fire, each word a chain,
In this labyrinth of pleasure and pain.

Eyes that spark with a deceptive glow,
Yet hide the tempest that lies below,
A toxic touch that warms and chills,
Drawing from wells that never fill.

Yet within this storm, a lesson clear,
To seek the light, to hold it near,
To break free from the phantom’s hold,
And cherish a love that’s pure and bold.