The Dreamer's Pen

The space between us trembles, it burns with fire.
Your touch is a promise, your breath fans desire.

I taste your name in the hush of the night,
my skin still smolders where your hands conspire.

Your lips—hot embers—trace over my skin,
a whispered command, a wordless choir.

The hunger between us, untamed and wild,
pulls us deeper, our bodies entire.

Undo me slowly, leave nothing behind,
let passion consume, take me higher.

Tell me, my love, do you crave me too?
Or am I alone in this fevered pyre?