One bored night, full of fire,
Two souls met sailing close to the wire.
What would become of this fated duo,
Love, lust, or was it voodoo?

Magic had its hand to play,
As they met, hands did stray.
Pleasure built under darkened skies,
Passion exploding all the lies.

Now souls are linked to futures shared,
Can they continue to be so paired
In mutual ties of passion and care,
Heaven-bound if they dare.

By Hope Bytheway
November 2025