Making Love With Shadows by 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁🦋

[Verse 2 — Female]
This was her favorite spot.
She simply loved
wandering among the freshly dug,
catching souls
just as they crossed over.
She’d sit atop the warmest grave
waiting to see
if maybe this time 
a man would come
to sweep her away
like boys used to
when she was still alive.
But ever since she was stabbed to death,
no one wanted to make love to her anymore.

[Verse 3 — Both]
She waits for footsteps that still remember desire,
for a pulse brave enough to flirt with decay.
The living pass by with their eyes glued to light,
pretending they don’t hear her whisper: stay.

[Verse 4 — Female]
Once, hands trembled just to touch her breath,
once, boys drowned gladly in her laugh.
Now they cross themselves and hurry home,
afraid of a girl who survived her death.

[Chorus — Both]
If love won't bloom under skies of blue,
We'll make it moan in midnight hue.

[Verse 5 — Female]
She doesn’t crave blood, she doesn’t crave pain,
only the heat of being chosen again.
To be seen not as a warning, not as a sin,
but as a story someone dares to step in.

[Verse 6 — Female]
So she dances with shadows, slow and polite,
teaching the dark how to hold her right.
If no one will love her under the sun,
she’ll make love with shadows
until fear is done.

[Verse 7 — Male]
She was just the right kind of horny
when I showed up 
a handsome skeleton
with eyes that still haunted my sockets,
and a wilted flower clenched between bony teeth.

[Verse 8 — Male]
"Do you hang around here often?" I asked,
with a smirk that echoed
through my fleshless grin.
She almost fainted 
if only her blood hadn’t dried centuries ago.
"Are… are you talking to me?" she whispered,
her voice cracking like old bone.

[Chorus — Both]
If love won't bloom under skies of blue,
We'll make it moan in midnight hue.

[Verse 9 — Male]
I felt her heat rise
like old sins under a jealous moon.
I laid her down
on the coldest grave,
and pulled her into a rhythm
she used to know by heart

[Verse 10 — Both]
Back when dances ended in breathless moans
instead of
the sweet stench of rot
that now repelled the living
but turned the dead
into wildfire.

[Outro — Both, soft and haunting]
They made love through winter and summer,
through night and day,
tangled in roots,
draped in decay.
And to this day,
if you wander the graveyard
at the corner of Bone and Breeze,
you might hear them moan 
and never quite know
if it’s the wind…
or a love
that never learned to freeze.

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[Verse 1 — Female] In the graveyard at the corner of Bone and Breeze, sat a delicate girl with golden curls that slid down her cold, pale frame. Her face , now skeletal , still hinted at beauty from the time when skin graced her cheekbones. [Verse 2 — Female] This was her favorite spot. She simply loved wandering among the freshly dug, catching souls just as they crossed over. She’d sit atop the warmest grave waiting to see if maybe this time a man would come to sweep her away like boys used to when she was still alive. But ever since she was stabbed to death, no one wanted to make love to her anymore. [Verse 3 — Both] She waits for footsteps that still remember desire, for a pulse brave enough to flirt with decay. The living pass by with their eyes glued to light, pretending they don’t hear her whisper: stay. [Verse 4 — Female] Once, hands trembled just to touch her breath, once, boys drowned gladly in her laugh. Now they cross themselves and hurry home, afraid of a girl who survived her death. [Chorus — Both] If love won't bloom under skies of blue, We'll make it moan in midnight hue. [Verse 5 — Female] She doesn’t crave blood, she doesn’t crave pain, only the heat of being chosen again. To be seen not as a warning, not as a sin, but as a story someone dares to step in. [Verse 6 — Female] So she dances with shadows, slow and polite, teaching the dark how to hold her right. If no one will love her under the sun, she’ll make love with shadows until fear is done. [Verse 7 — Male] She was just the right kind of horny when I showed up a handsome skeleton with eyes that still haunted my sockets, and a wilted flower clenched between bony teeth. [Verse 8 — Male] "Do you hang around here often?" I asked, with a smirk that echoed through my fleshless grin. She almost fainted if only her blood hadn’t dried centuries ago. "Are… are you talking to me?" she whispered, her voice cracking like old bone. [Chorus — Both] If love won't bloom under skies of blue, We'll make it moan in midnight hue. [Verse 9 — Male] I felt her heat rise like old sins under a jealous moon. I laid her down on the coldest grave, and pulled her into a rhythm she used to know by heart [Verse 10 — Both] Back when dances ended in breathless moans instead of the sweet stench of rot that now repelled the living but turned the dead into wildfire. [Outro — Both, soft and haunting] They made love through winter and summer, through night and day, tangled in roots, draped in decay. And to this day, if you wander the graveyard at the corner of Bone and Breeze, you might hear them moan and never quite know if it’s the wind… or a love that never learned to freeze. 🌿🌸🌿 All rights reserved © Judy Gat 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁🦋 Remixes allowed only with name credit 🌿🌸🌿

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