ℂ𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜

Sex is a coin tossed in the dark,

A moment’s fire, a fleeting spark.

Hands meet, lips press, eyes deceive,

A hunger taken, nothing to leave.

Power hides in whispered moans,

A castle built on shifting stones.

Most don’t see the cost, the stain,

Until it lingers, a quiet pain.

Bodies touch, hearts drift apart,

Pleasure bought, but never the heart.

A game of give, a game of take,

All that’s left is the ache we make.