A Night Between Dimensions
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A Night Between Dimensions
"Isabella Willow"
A Night Between Dimensions
He found her in the lavender mist,
where shadows whispered, slow and low.
Eyes of violet, lips of sin,
a promise in the way she spoke.
She pulled him close, breath hot and sweet,
fingers tracing, teasing, slow.
“Tonight', lov', yau’re min' to break,”
she purred between the candle’s glow.
His name dissolved upon her tongue,
his body claimed in wicked rites.
She rode him hard, she took him deep,
his every gasp, her sole delight.
Fingernails raked down his spine,
a moan—a growl—a cry for more.
She gave, she took, she bared her soul,
until their bodies burned like lore.
Time unraveled, senses blurred,
lost between her gasps and screams.
She was a goddess, untamed, divine,
a lover sculpted from his dreams.
But dawn arrived with cruel embrace,
her warmth now ghosts upon his skin.
His lips still tingled from her taste,
yet all of her was lost within.
No name, no face, no whispered moan,
just phantom hands and tangled sheets.
A dream? A trick? A love unknown?
A shadow he will chase for weeks.
Yet somewhere deep, where stories bloom,
her fire lingers, raw and true.
For those who dream, who write, who paint,
she lives—remembered—just by few.
