In shadows deep, where hearts entwine, A dance of fire, a tangled line. Pleasure masked in hues of pain, A bittersweet, enraptured gain.

Each touch a spark, electric surge,
A tempest wild, an ancient urge. The ache, a canvas painted bright, In passion's realm, we take our flight

The thorns that prick, a cruel delight,
In ecstasy, we find our light. A symphony of sighs and moans, in painful pleasure, love intones.

With every gasp, a whispered plea,
Boundless realms of ecstasy. A paradox, this sacred space, Where pain and pleasure find their grace.

In tender wounds, we learn to heal,
In poignant joy, we truly feel. A tapestry of bliss and woe, In painful pleasure, hearts bestow.