Midnight Aperture
At stilled hour, lace arcs across cool metal,A silent signal in corridors hushed and deep.Fingertips tease the threshold where longing’s wetted petalsWait to unfurl while starlight guards their keep.
She crosses into glow cast by lone candle flame,
Her silhouette drawn in curves of breathless grace.Silk slips away as fingers trace her secret name,
Each touch a fervent vow no sound could ever place.
He meets her in the hush between heartbeats’ drum,
Their shadows merge where floorboards whisper songs.Skin trembles at the vow his hungry fingertips strum,
Mapping hidden valleys where desire belongs.
A single rose, its petals damp with urgent dew,
Lies strewn upon the linen where they dare explore.Gasps rise like sparks in silent rendezvous,
Each sigh a spark that fans their primal core.
Candles gutter gold along the margin of her waist,
Lip to collarbone, he drinks the taste she offers sweet.She arches into every kiss, afraid of no embrace,
Two bodies writing fevered lines in heartbeat’s rhythmic beat.
When dawn unfurls its pale and gentle light,
They lie tangled in the quiet bloom they’ve sown.The lace still sways—a remnant of their night—A doorway left ajar for flame that’s nearly grown.
In every thread of lace, a promise lingers on,A midnight invitation etched in silver air.And though the orb of night recedes with early dawn,
Its aperture remains for those who choose to dare.