In candlelight’s seductive glow,
She moves like silk across my skin,
Her whispered secrets, soft and low,
Ignite the fire that burns within.
Those eyes that smolder, dark and deep,
Hold mysteries I long to know,
They promise pleasures I will keep,
As passion’s embers start to glow.
The graceful arch of throat and spine,
Each curve a verse of pure desire,
Her body speaks in language fine—
My blood becomes liquid fire.
She breathes my name against my ear,
Her voice like velvet, rich and warm,
Drawing me ever close and near,
Into love’s perfect storm.
Her fingertips trace paths unknown
Across the landscape of my chest,
In her embrace I’ve found my home,
Where burning hearts can truly rest.
The way she moves, the way she sighs,
Her lips like wine upon my own,
I’m drowning in her amber eyes,
In passion’s garden we have grown.
She is both tempest and reprieve,
Wild honey and the sweetest sin,
In her caress I find and believe
The sacred fire that lies within.
Her spirit calls to mine complete,
Beautiful, fierce, and unafraid,
Where soul and body’s rhythms meet,
Our symphony of love is played.
Forever lost within her grace,
Both tender heart and burning flame,
In passion’s sweet and wild embrace,
Nothing will ever be the same.