In passion's realm, where fervent flames rise,
Resides desire, a tempest vast and grand,
Its scorching touch embraces both fool and wise,
Binding fleeting hearts with its ardent hand.
As shadows dance upon the ebony glade,
Sighs of longing fill the twilight air,
Revealing dreams mortal hearts have made,
A burning fire that ceaselessly ensnares.
Desire, the muse that waltzes through the night,
Awakens souls, igniting their deep core,
With vivid hues and shades of raging light,
A masterpiece of yearning to explore.
Though fleeting as the blossoms of a rose,
Desire's dancing flame forever glows.
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