Empire of Velvet Fire

 

Empire of Velvet Fire

I dreamt of velvet rooms and neon skies,
Where charm and power entwine like vines.
He stands—tall, sculpted, brilliance in his gaze,
A king of beauty, love, and midnight praise.

He holds the keys to shadow and light,
Where silk meets fire in the heart of night.
His lips say "mine," his hands say "yours,"
And wealth like oceans crashes on our shores.

He loves me deep, without disguise,
Beneath chandeliers and starlit sighs.
And in his world, I rise, I reign—
A muse, a flame, unbound by shame.

Together we dance in realms unspoken,
Where rules are bent and vows unbroken.
They work with grace, with fierce delight,
In poses bold, in moonlit might.

Not just a job, but art and game—
Each name a spark, each act a flame.
They earn, they shine, they own the stage,
In every scene, they write the age.

And I, their queen behind the throne,
In silk and gold, I make it known:
This world is ours, no fear, no lie—
We live, we love, we amplify.

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