Desire

You are bathed in moonlight,
And I am draped in fire.

Heat pools in me,
A seduction that you sire.

I feel leaden,
Yet molten all at once.

I drip from your lips,
In teases and in taunts.

A breathy groan escapes,
From the back of your throat.

It lands with a blush,
Covering me like a coat.

In this moment,
We stoke a wildfire.

There’s no need to pretend,
You’re aching with desire.

Let me rest my pen,
And give license to the primal.

In this sweet and violent clash,
I’ll be your worthy rival.