Curtains sigh, the lights decay, shadow fingers start to play. Coins for wishes, hearts for rent, every gaze a compliment. They think they write the scene, but I pull the strings unseen. Step into the heat of my silken blades, every cut a kiss the night has made. I dance the edge of your favorite sin, you won’t feel the slice till you’re drawn within. Perfume smoke and starlight wine, temptation dressed in crooked time. Dreams drip slow from open palms, I trace your pulse and call it calm. Your hunger builds the stage, I script the masquerade. Step into the heat of my silken blades, every cut a kiss the night has made. I dance the edge of your favorite sin, you won’t feel the slice till you’re drawn within. Eyes up, darling.. don’t blink. Desire’s a currency; spend it slow. Every dream you offer, I own before you know. Step into the heat of my silken blades, bleeding gold where the light cascades. I dance the edge till the dream runs thin, and smile as the dark drifts in. You wanted fire… I lit your skin.
