True Tome
In the dark of night, the world comes alive,
Whispers of secrets in the dark, they thrive,
A soft touch awaits, where the lost arrive.
Pumpkins grinning wide, with a mischievous gleam,
Beneath the shadowed sky, reality fades to dream,
Bound by desire, stitched from passion’s seam.
Ghosts in the corners, specters of delight,
Masks adorned with velvet, veils hiding the night,
In this haunted space, surrender feels so right.
Cobwebs brush the skin, soft as a lover’s sigh,
Candles flicker gently, as soft shadows fly,
In this world of whispers, hearts begin to tie.
Vampires’ eyes are gleaming, hunger wrapped in lace,
Beneath the spell of midnight, they beckon with grace,
Every gasp and shiver, each heartbeat a race.
Witches chant their verses, spells woven in the air,
Bindings of the spirit, temptations laid bare,
Underneath the darkness, lovers find their lair.
Soft whispers echo gently, floating through the night,
With every secret glance, the thrill takes flight,
In the web of longing, all feels warm and tight.
Candied apples shimmer, sweet with a hint of pain,
Laughter fills the silence, as pleasure takes the reins,
In this festive chaos, freedom’s found in chains.
As the clock strikes midnight, the haunting calls arise,
In the dance of shadows, where passion never lies,
Dare to lose the tether, to embrace the skies.
So gather in the darkness, where the wild ones roam,
With hearts entwined in fervor, creating a new home,
In this Halloween spirit, love finds its true tome.