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"Whispers in the Dark"


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In quiet moments, shadows play,
Where breath and skin in soft delay.
A touch that speaks without a word,
Where hearts are heard, and need is stirred.

Fingers trace, with careful grace,
The hidden path, the secret place.
The air grows thick with every sigh,
As passions rise, no need to try.

A pull, a warmth, a whispered call,
Two souls entwined in night’s soft thrall.
In the hush, the world’s erased,
Only fire, and love’s embrace.😈
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