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) (
Offline) - 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
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oooh okay i see you 👀
Hehehe😂 thanks
A poem that begins with a tease that becomes a seduction that turns to desire a passion and then a fire. This told in poetic form the caveat that gives it double meaning lies in the word inferno which in English means fire but to one that knows its etymology comes from the Italian word of the same meaning hell. This suggests that the passion of today may be a different one tomorrow. I like this hidden inference that one may interpret as one wishes.
Ohh Soren, thank you so much! 🌸❤️You read the slow burn from tease to fire perfectly. I love how deeply you looked into the hidden meaning—it's exactly the kind of interpretation a writer dreams of.
My pleasure Eliora
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