Your hands find mine; a spark, a claim,
No hesitation, just the flame.
The air is thick with what we know:
This fire won’t wait, won’t burn too slow.
Your lips, a brand against my skin,
A mark, a promise, pulling in.
No whispered maybes, no retreat;
Only the heat where bodies meet.
The sheets are silk, the night is deep,
Your touch a vow I’m sworn to keep.
No teasing now, no games remain,
Just you, and I, and this sweet pain.
Your breath is mine, my name’s your plea,
A rhythm wild, a melody.
No need to ask, no need to speak;
The answer’s in the way you seek.
So take me slow, but take me true,
Let every touch be fierce, be new.
For love like this isn’t a dance;
It’s surrender to the chance.