The Dance of Silk and Shadows

[Smashing_humpkins]

In twilight’s hush, where whispers play,
A tangled web begins to sway.
Threads of silk, both soft and taut,
Binding dreams where edges are sought.

A flicker of fire, a teasing sting,
A shiver follows the brush of a wing.
Control exchanged, a game refined,
Where every move rewrites the mind.

The air is tight, yet freedom flows,
In fleeting ***, the blossom grows.
A phantom’s hand, a ghostly trace,
Marking paths no time can erase.

The rhythm shifts, a pendulum’s swing,
A gasp, a sigh, a shadow’s cling.
The pull of restraint, the will to defy,
Collide in the spark of a muted cry.

Curtains drawn, a stage discreet,
Where power and surrender meet.
A dance of pleasure, tender and cruel,
Bound by the laws of a secret rule.

Yet in the layers of give and take,
A playful trust, no bonds can break.
For in the dark where senses peak,
The heart speaks words the lips can’t speak.