Shadows of Desire

In the depths of night where shadows dance,
A tale of love, a twisted romance.
A sordid affair 'twixt escort and bard,
Their souls entwined, destiny marred.

She, a phantom of the dusk's embrace,
In silk and lace, a veiled face.
He, a wordsmith in the throes of pain,
Bound by fate, love's cruel reign.

At the crossroads of life and death they meet,
A rendezvous in shadows discreet.
Her eyes, a tempestuous storm of desire,
His words, a symphony set afire.

In candlelit rooms where secrets unfold,
Their bodies entwined, a story untold.
Whispers of love, of loss, of sin,
A dance of pleasure that darkness brings in.

Through verses penned with longing and grief,
A bond transcending mortal belief.
She cradles his heart in hands of silk,
He paints her soul with words of ilk.

As the writer's days grow dim and frail,
She becomes his muse, his holy grail.
In her arms, he finds solace and peace,
In his words, her longing does release.

But as the moon wanes and shadows grow long,
Their love story sings a mournful song.
For fate is a cruel and fickle foe,
In its grasp, no mercy does it show.

In the final act of this twisted affair,
She weeps as he fades into thin air.
His last breath whispers a solemn vow,
To immortalize her in verses somehow.

A love born in shadows, a love torn apart,
Their spirits entwined, though worlds apart.
A high priced escort and a writer's quill,
Bound by love, by destiny's cruel will.

And so the tale of their love is told,
In verses of silver, in ink of gold.
A bizarre and erotic love affair,
That changed the course of their lives, forever in the air.