​The curtains draw a heavy line, Where velvet shadows and light entwine, A crimson wash across the floor, As the world outside locks every door. The hum of the city begins to fade, Lost in the glow of the amber shade, A low-lit rhythm, a steady beat, Rising up from the summer heat. ​It’s in the way the colors bleed, To every want and every need, A soft reflection on the glass, Watching the quiet moments pass. No need for words in the ruby haze, Just the heat of a steady gaze, A slow-burn fire, a gentle spark, Carving its name into the dark. ​The air is thick with a sweet perfume, Chasing the corners of the room, While silk and shadow start to play, Keeping the morning miles away. It’s a secret kept in a scarlet hue, A private world for me and you, Where time is measured in bated breath, And silence is the only depth. ​We drift within the crimson tide, With nowhere left for us to hide, Just the pulse of the neon glow, Moving steady, moving slow. The "special" isn’t just the sight, But how we move within the light, A masterpiece in shades of red, With every unspoken promise said. ​And when the bulbs begin to dim, We’re lingering upon the rim, Of a memory painted bright and deep, A scarlet vow we meant to keep. Until the sun breaks through the grey, The red light washes the world away.