Beating hearts of two and one.
Overflowing passions, and lust. The ever-looming threat of temptation between Moon and Sun. Forbidden feelings, the allure of sin. Ignoring all, for the pleasures that hide within, and behind the closed doors.
Blood, bonded. Shaking, shifting, quaking floors. Screams, moans.
The sounds that wake the bones.
Beauty in the corrupt arts. The longing from Moon to Sun, and in opposite turn, does the Sun’s heart burn. The kiss, the touch, soon starts.
Pin down, pull down and enter in.
The haunting melody, the cursed hymn. Exciting, motivating, encouraging the thrust. Giving it all, and pushing the trust. Tied down, tied up, and deeper still. Tormented by the heart turned ill. It pours out, and flows in. The proof of lust, the proof of sin.
Intertwined, intermingled, the sharing of one sky. The two repeat their dance, and forget the time. Sun and Moon, together still. Overcome in the moment, slaves to the feel.