In the stillness of the midnight air,Whispers of temptation softly tread,A shadow beckons with a gentle flair,A path unknown where desires are led.The moonlight casts a silver glow,On hearts that yearn for forbidden fire,The silent dance of a secret woe,Entwined with threads of hidden desire.Beneath the stars that watch in silence,Choices linger, cloaked in night,The pulse of sin, a sweet defiance,Bathed in shades of wrong and right.Yet in the dawn, when shadows fade,The heart’s reflection begins to stir,A quiet reckoning softly made,In the gentle light, we remember.