wildfires

I trace the curve of your smile, fingertips lost in a velvet pulse.
Your breath lingers on my skin, a wildfire spreading with every shallow gasp.
Eyes meet like rivers colliding, deep and relentless, pulling me into their depths.
Each whispered word breaks the quiet, sharp as lightning cutting through night air.
The space between us crackles, charged with heat, humming a song of hunger.
Your touch, slow as molten glass, shapes the places I forgot to feel.
I surrender, unraveling in the gravity of your gaze, weightless and lost.
Our hearts beat like fists on the door of something dangerous, something sweet.
Your hands explore in shadows, claiming corners of me left untouched by light.
In your arms, I become boundless, breathless, like water trapped beneath the ice.
Every inch of you calls, and I answer, knowing there’s no escape from this.
I am yours, consumed by the quiet storm that rages beneath your surface.
We are a firestorm, spinning through the dark, devouring everything in our path.