Elijah's Embrace

In the moon's clandestine glow,
The ancient heart unbound,
His eyes, pools of midnight desire,
A symphony of secrets whispered.
His lips, a forbidden covenant,
Trace the contours of eternity,
A dance of silk and flame,
Where sin and salvation entwine.
He wears shadows like armor,
Yet beneath, a tempest of longing,
A thousand years etched upon his skin,
Each scar a testament to resilience.
His touch ignites constellations,
A slow burn of promises unspoken,
And in the quiet of tangled sheets,
He cradles vulnerability like a fragile bloom.
The enigma, the protector,
His love a tempest, fierce and tender,
In the hush of night, he surrenders,
A fallen angel seeking redemption.
For he knows: **the road to redemption is long and winding, but worthy.**