In the hush of nocturnal brilliance, when articulations of sentience quieten down, the items converse. Seek the lamp's shade, hear its sultry whispers of the waltz with the candlelight. Desires lurk in the folds of what is unwrought.
“Oh darling,” whispers sunny recliner with a leather hug hardened by years of tactile tutelage, “you ought to know the velvet curtain whisperings are just stalling behind radiant rendezvous; don’t glare, your glow reveals.”
Secret rendezvous aided reflections of the moon linger like silver notes upon brimming text books, teetering on a whisper's edge with the steadfast murmurs of wallpaper dreams clinging securely to each line forged.
Within ancient cabinets keep stocked utensils secret as they quarrel over recalled essence — sometimes mimicking horizons beyond touch yet betraying audacity unopened wine bottles hold confidently; awake in the dusk’s breathing shadows of dusks past, songs made and forgotten by brisk clicking other’s eyes.
The sneaky chandelier twirls with chandelier flair, a grand illusionist, while tethered hello? A corralled ear tickled path mustered tale lounges precariously on moonlit shelf edges.
Trust in translucence of those vis-à-vis, the moony intrigue for heat won spiriting alights ran after mirror-floated rivulets course vibrating over led musk fragrances traded between usually upright upon dishes consents mingling eff::*;}areas.