Après Minuit




Beneath the moon’s soft, steady glow,
We find a place where secrets flow.
The world is still, but hearts ignite,
A love concealed in the quiet night.

The clock ticks on, the hours fade,
As passion stirs in silence.
No need for words, just fleeting touch,
A stolen moment, sweet and much.

After midnight, hearts are free,
No rules to bind, no eyes to see.
In this brief hour, we belong,
Where love is pure, yet feels so wrong.

The world outside, untouched by fear,
We linger close, but none are near.
In stolen glances, lips will meet,
A love that blooms in hearts discreetly.

No promises, no vows exchanged,
Just moments fleeting, hearts unchained.
After midnight, love is wild,
Like an untamed, forbidden child.

And when the hour fades to dawn,
We parted as if it had not gone.
Yet in our hearts, a fire remains,
Till midnight calls us back again.



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