His hands trace down my skin,
his lips on my neckline.
A sigh escapes, unbidden,
as he lays me down — gentle, deliberate.
The room dissolves into shadows,
only the rhythm of our bodies remains.
Each kiss a spark,
each breath a flame.
His eyes devour, his mouth creates,
pleasure blooming faster than thought.
I am undone,
a canvas painted in fire.
The silence between us is not empty,
it hums with the weight of desire.
And when the night folds into dawn,
I realize,
the inferno between us
is the blaze that will never die
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Author:
ELIORA💕✨ (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: October 22nd, 2026 20:55
- Comment from author about the poem: Some fires don’t fade — they consume, they linger, they stay.”
- Category: Love
- Views: 1
- In collections: Echoes of love.
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