The tale of the union by Shanaya Stephens
With the masks all undone,
Throttled and rummaged,
Where another night tips in stilettos,
Maddening crowd sighted afar,
His hands secretly cup her bosom,
Beneath the bars,
Where caged devils,
Unleash the fury,
Of dark desires,
That flow with the tick-tock of the time,
As the clock hits past midnight,
The breaths are all but muffled moans,
And the intermittent is with in the abyss unexplored,
In depths a little faster and in tune,
And the flow uninterrupted,
Till they couldn’t go on anymore,
With cries and pleas,
Begging all night,
To lose her in him,
With a desperate fight,
A voyage so cruelly sweet,
South to the Paraiso,
To the territories, they didn’t know exist,
The walls were the sole spectators,
Of the commemorating saga of intimacy,
That bond two in one soul,
Started with the whisk of a first kiss,
Never ending path leading to infinite paves,
From heart to soul,
Seeping in drop by drop,
In the heat of moment,
A melody was composed,
Curated by the fallen angel’s wish,
Smirking shamelessly,
As the devil sings,
The tale of the union!
– Shanaya Stephens
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