Untitled Poem
In the depth of night where fervent embers glow, The hearts secret cravings begin to flow. With whispers carried on the cool night’s breeze,
Desires ignite with the greatest of ease, Where every touch burns,
fierce and bright, And shadows bow to the fires light.
The pulse of lust thunders beneath the skin, A primal drumming stoked from within. Each heartbeat a call to wilder plays,
In the theater of the nights soft haze. Here, in the dark,
where all truths are spoken,
Bonds are tied with promises unbroken.
This dance of flames that in darkness blooms, In whispered vows, where passion consumes. Each flicker of heat, a painters stroke,
Crafts masterpieces from fire and smoke. In the canvas of the night,
desires paint, Stories of lust without restraint.
Feel the heat where the shadows meld, In the embrace where all caution is held, A weave woven from threads of fire,
Stitched by longing, hemmed by desire. Here,
the night sings of ecstasy’s reach,
In the language of loves flaming speech.
The embers kiss, a fervent blaze, Sets the souls deeper corners ablaze. With every touch, with every embrace,
Lives a fervor time cannot erase. In the firelight where passions meet,
Even the stars admit defeat.
So let the night with flames conspire, To kindle every hidden desire. In the dance of shadows, bold and free,
Find the wild hearts fiery decree. Here in the dark,
let the embers say, In every spark, loves fierce ballet.