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In the half-light of your lips
the poison of a desire is woven,
sweet perversion, longed for calvary,
with the caress that bites silence.
Your gaze, a deep abyss
where wandering souls are shipwrecked,
whisper secrets of a world
where time stands still, vibrant.
The furtive touch of your breath,
like a breeze that lights up the night,
draws in the air a feeling
that ignites the skin, what a waste.
In the half-light of your lips,
hidden dreams meet,
where passion is the labyrinth
and destiny, a whisper that flaunts.