Crimson Lanterns
Your eyes ignite the dark, a furnace of molten gold,
Every glance a covenant, every touch a story bold,
Fingers explore hidden realms where fire has scorched the skin,
Night wraps us in its velvet, every pulse a sacred hymn,
Even shadows lean close, trembling to witness our conflagration,
The stars bow in awe, eclipsed by the gravity of our fusion.
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