In the shadows where whispers dwell,Desire weaves its silent spell.A siren’s call, a gentle pull,In its grasp, the heart grows full.Promises of solace, fleeting and brief,Masking the depths of silent grief.Within the dance of endless chase,Lie the echoes of a forgotten place.With every touch, a deeper bind,A tethered soul, a wandering mind.Yet in the storm, a moment’s peace,A fleeting glimpse of sweet release.But as the dawn begins to rise,The truth unfolds before tired eyes.In letting go, the heart finds grace,Breaking free from desire’s embrace.