Whispers of Midnight(Unleashed)

The night falls thick, molten and restless,
a velvet curtain hiding nothing,
and when your eyes find mine,
I feel the hunger sharpen, raw and undeniable.
Your touch is no longer gentle—
it claims, it burns, it insists,
fingers mapping me like stolen territory,
each stroke demanding, each pause unbearable.
Breath tangles with breath,
mouths colliding in fierce surrender,
tongues speaking in the oldest language,
wet, urgent, desperate for more.
The air grows fevered,
skin slick, skin pleading,
every gasp like kindling tossed
into the fire we can’t control.
You pin me beneath your weight,
a perfect cage I ache to stay inside,
muscle against muscle,
heat against heat,
a rhythm beginning its climb.
My body arches like lightning,
spine curved to meet your storm,
and when you drive deeper into me,
the world collapses into flame.
Sheets twist, tear, surrender—
the room becomes a blur of shadows,
walls trembling with the echoes
of our shameless music.
Your name is a cry ripped open,
half prayer, half demand,
a sound that claws the air
and comes back again as yours.
Every thrust is thunder,
every clutch of your hand, lightning,
and I dissolve, piece by piece,
in the violence of our sweetness.
Time is gone—
there is only sweat,
only the crash and rise of bodies,
only the breaking, the remaking,
the fever we chase together.
When release shatters through me,
it is not quiet—it is a storm,
my pulse wrecked, my voice undone,
my body spilling into yours.
And you follow, wild and relentless,
pouring yourself into the same abyss,
your roar against my mouth
a promise I’ll never forget.
Silence lands heavy after,
the kind that hums with aftershock,
skin clinging to skin,
hearts still racing in tandem.
Yet beneath the quiet glow,
the hunger smolders, never gone,
only resting, only waiting,
because the night is far from finished.