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In corridors of shadows, whispers wake,
Where heated waves of lust and danger blend.
Their forbidden love, a venomous snake,
In passion’s grip, they spiral towards their end.

Each touch, a spark in night’s forbidden realm,
A confluence of desire and despair.
In love’s illicit throne, they overwhelm,
Their souls entwined in the devil’s own snare.

With fervent kisses, stolen ‘neath the moon,
They dance with doom, their ecstasy untamed.
Their love, a darkened sun, eclipsed too soon,
In heated waves, their fervor unashamed.

In this sonnet’s heart, where secrets dare to roam,
Burns a fierce love, in darkness found its home.

© Eric Montgomery, 25-January-2024

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