Lover’s Phantom (I Am)
In a chamber shrouded in silence, where shadows pirouette like specters on the walls, I sketch your presence with a haunting allure. Phantom fingertips trace your form, so tenderly that you could believe it to be real. The scent of our shared breaths hangs heavily in the air, a sinister perfume. In this dance of apparitions, you can taste fear, as bitter as wormwood on your tongue.
I am the lover draped in midnight’s regalia,
With every caress, your secrets shed their armor.
You pursue the heights of ecstasy, yet peace remains elusive,
In this spectral embrace, dread finds a home.
Underneath an unassuming sky where shadows commit to an unholy union, I pilfer your thoughts at their crux. My touch is a wolf in sheep’s clothing–warmth that hides its treachery well. In the very heart of this tender deception, reality slips through your fingers like sand.
I am the lover swathed in the cloak of obsidian night,
With each stolen stroke, your truths are buried deeper.
Amidst an insatiable thirst for thrill, peace evades your desperate grasp,
Within this phantasmal courtship, terror dances unabashedly.
In the murmur of promises and stolen kisses under moonlight’s gaze, I move through your dreams offering only elusive bliss. Here lies a yearning for light that is ensnared by love’s dark maze. Under my ghostly caresses, you’re slowly losing that spark–a dying ember amidst smoky ruins.
I am the lover hidden within the night’s vast expanse,
Throughout each clandestine embrace, your secrets whisper their existence.
The futile chase for ecstasy births an unsettling unease,
In the phantom of our love, anxiety refuses to heed sleep’s call.
Here you remain, ensnared in love’s gloomy dominion, beneath the indifferent sky where visions wither like autumn leaves. This is your prison–a twisted paradise where love and fear are two sides of the same tarnished coin.