Under the starry, storm-streaked sky,
The rain collided, fierce and wild.
Lovers hid from the world’s sly eye,
In a cave, by moonlight beguiled.

She, in a gown once pure and white,
Now dirtied, loose, and torn with time—
A princess fallen from her height,
A traitor’s love, forbidden crime.

Cold crept in, but heat arose,
A fire lit where shadows lay.
Her eyes met his, dark as his sins,
And lust began its hungry sway.

The god of love, amused, looked down,
As lips met lips, the sin began.
Sweet taste, soft skin—he felt her drown,
His tongue with hers, a desperate dance.

In his arms, she closed her eyes,
Breathless, gasping, bodies tight.
Sweat clung to skin, the heat, the rise,
As her gown fell, lost in the night.

Her beauty now revealed to him,
An angel's form, bare as snow.
Her body shone in the cave’s dim,
A goddess bathed in sinful glow.

He touched her soul, his hands defied,
All that was holy, all she'd hide.
The taste of her, elixir sweet,
He drank it down, complete, complete.

The deed was done, the passion spilled,
Her purity lost in mud and rain.
Yet still they burned, desire fulfilled,
A sin made holy through their pain.

Under the sky, the stars looked on,
Their bodies spent, their breaths as one.
The world forgot, the night was kind—
Lust and love forever twined.