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The Veil Of Sin

#edm #electronicmusic #ethereal #Edm #popedm #popculture #kpop She enters quiet, but her pulse runs wild, A restless woman trapped in a dutiful smile. No makeup needed — she’s raw, undone, A storm disguised as a gentle one. Her husband speaks, but she barely hears, Her mind’s already slipping into darker gears. Because across the room, he sits in the shade, The man who owns the thoughts she’s afraid to name. His gaze hooks her like a whispered command, A silent order she can barely withstand. Every stolen look is a spark in the dark, A secret craving she hides in her heart. She feels his eyes like a hand on her throat, A quiet pressure wrapped around every note. If anyone knew what she longed to obey, They’d hear the chains she dreams of each day. She wants his voice low, telling her “stay”, Wants to give in, let him take her away. Wants the tension, the pull, the command, The kind of control she can’t withstand. In the back‑row shadows, she fights the urge To follow the tone in every word. If desire had claws, it would drag her deep But for now, it’s a secret they both keep. *Oh‑oh, she wants surrender… Oh‑oh, he wants to claim her… Oh‑oh, the tension’s torture… But they can’t, they can’t… not yet.* She bows her head, but her thoughts kneel first, A quiet ache, a delicious thirst. She imagines his tone — low, controlled — The kind that makes her breath unfold. She wants the rules he’d make her obey, The whispered orders she’d never betray. She wants the weight of his presence near, The kind that turns longing into fear. Not fear of pain — but fear of need, Fear of how deeply she wants to concede. Fear of the moment she finally breaks, And gives him everything he wants to take. She’s torn between vows and a darker need, Between quiet devotion and the urge to concede. If the truth escaped, it’d tear her apart— So she hides the marks he leaves on her heart. She wants his voice low, telling her “stay”, Wants to give in, let him take her away. Wants the tension, the pull, the command, The kind of control she can’t withstand. In the back‑row shadows, she bites her lip, Imagining his fingers tightening their grip. If desire had claws, it would drag her deep But for now, it’s a secret they both keep. *Oh‑oh, she wants surrender… Oh‑oh, he wants to claim her… Oh‑oh, the tension’s torture… But they can’t, they can’t… not yet.* One day she’ll step into the dark she craves, Let him lead her past the lines she saves. She’ll give him the part she hides from the light, The part that aches to be ruled at night. She imagines his voice — slow, precise — The kind that makes obedience feel like vice. She imagines the moment she finally bends, When she stops pretending and simply… descends. But until that moment, she plays the role, A quiet wife with a restless soul. Only he sees the fire inside— The part of her she’s forced to hide. She wants his voice low, telling her “stay”, Wants to give in, let him take her away. Wants the tension, the pull, the command, The kind of control she can’t withstand. In the back‑row shadows, she bites her lip, Imagining his fingers tightening their grip. If desire had claws, it would drag her deep But for now, it’s a secret they both keep.