The night leans in close with a grin,
and dares me to find where you’ve been—
I slip through your dreams,
undoing the seams…
tell me, should I tempt you again?
If heat starts to stir in your chest,
and sleep won’t quite let you just rest—
don’t fight what you feel,
you know it’s me… real,
your favorite distraction at best.
So drift, but don’t wander too far,
I know exactly where you are—
between want and sin,
just let me slip in…
goodnight… don’t forget who you are.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 12:28 AM UTC
The night leans in close with a grin,
and dares me to find where you’ve been—
I slip through your dreams,
undoing the seams…
tell me, should I tempt you again?
If heat starts to stir in your chest,
and sleep won’t quite let you just rest—
don’t fight what you feel,
you know it’s me… real,
your favorite distraction at best.
So drift, but don’t wander too far,
I know exactly where you are—
between want and sin,
just let me slip in…
goodnight… don’t forget who you are.
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