His bright eyes set my skin aflame,
A quiet spark, a whispered name,
Calling forth what sleeps inside
Every longing I’ve tried to hide.
His hand cups my face with care,
Time slows in the hush we share.
My heart forgets its steady beat,
Stumbling fast beneath his heat.
His breath drifts soft along my skin,
A tender wrong that feels like sin.
Each sigh pulls me closer still,
Bending softly to his will.
His body pressed against my own,
A place I’ve always somehow known.
I melt into the warmth we hold,
Desire blooming, rich and bold.
His love consumes me, sweet and slow,
Filling cracks I didn’t know.
In his arms, I finally see
What it means to be wholly me.
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