Fate 2

Sometimes fate casts its golden dices, futures unseen, whispering promises.

Tales of unbound love— honey-drizzled surprises, a fluttering butterfly after its metamorphosis.

At one such moment, two spirits collided. The grounds shook with thunderous roars, heralding opulence, souls that caressed.

Their touch, a shiver— fleeting, yet lingering. Fused, their thoughts seemed to be as one.

Words were silent, as their bodies spoke. The inner ice melted,
turning to lukewarm water.

Their hunger—ravenous in their embrace. Treasures veiled—
not in plated gold, but deep beneath the walls of flesh.

Where the drumbeats of life reside, a gracious rhythm,
like a poetic rhyme.