All night I was caught in the web of thoughts about you

All night I was caught in the web of thoughts about you, An unexpected but enchanting muse, Wandering through the labyrinth of your deep, terrifying eyes, A smoldering ember of desire burning within me. Your passionate whispers, a seductive symphony, Your unforgiving affection, liberating us both. To follow the paths of your warm, silky skin, Gently knocking at your door as you let me in. Your embrace, a refuge from the cold of the night, As we intertwine under the silver light of the moon, Breathless sighs and hot moans, You rise above me, you are my queen and I am your throne. In this nocturnal realm, you reign supreme, A monarch of midnight in a gothic dream. But wait, watch me as I lose myself in your depths, My thoughts intertwine, swirl, slip, No thread of light to guide me, just your scent, The remnants of a phantom fragrance, deeply imprinted within me. I see you, I feel you, you are a living shadow, a waking dream, And I, a happy prisoner in this castle of night, Where the walls are made of kisses, and the windows of gazes, Where time stops, and we are eternity. The sparkle of your eyes, falling stars, In a world where every moment is an eternity, Where every touch is an oath, And every whisper, an incantation that binds our souls. Here, there is no day or night, only an infinity of us, Wandering through the corridors of an immortal love, A dance of shadows under the moonlight, Where you are my queen, and I, your throne of dreams. Oh, may this gothic dream never end, May the spell of the night never unravel, For in this realm of magical melancholy, I have found paradise in your deep, mysterious eyes.