Writing / scorumafrica

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. @izge