Nocturnal Lament of Lovemaking"

In the sultry nights where passion's flame once burned,

A tale of longing, in every twist and turn.

Beneath the moon's gaze, a love that played,

Now echoes in shadows, a serenade betrayed.

Silken sheets tangled, memories entwined,

In the labyrinth of desire, where hearts once dined.

Sensual whispers, now lost in the night,

A symphony of sadness, in love's fading light.

The heat of bodies, a distant warmth,

In the aftermath, a bitter, cold storm.

Ephemeral pleasures, now cast aside,

In the ruins of ecstasy, where emotions hide.

In the echoes of moans and the scent of lust,

A melancholy rhythm, a heartache's thrust.

Passionate nights, now stained with tears,

In the wake of pleasure, love disappears.

Candlelit rooms, where secrets were shared,

Now echo with silence, a love impaired.

Intimacy's dance, a fleeting trance,

Leaves behind scars, an intimate expanse.

As the night surrenders to the breaking day,

Love's ache lingers, a price to pay.

In the aftermath of passion's flight,

Sadness descends with the fading night.

Yet, in the sadness, a chance to mend,

To find solace in a broken blend.

For love in shadows may find its way,

A dawn of healing after the sxy night's sway.