I thought my heart was hollow, an empty ache inside,
Until your touch ignites me, a fire I can’t hide.
My tears, they bloom for you, a garden of desire,
I stand here, waiting, burning for the day you’ll light my fire.
I crave impossible loves, the kind that slip away,
Once mine, they fade like shadows, never meant to stay.
When I’m trapped, I bolt in panic, heart racing to be free,
Yet your pull keeps me tethered, a storm consuming me.
I don’t know how to love you with a gentle, quiet grace,
Nor how to hold you softly in this wild, untamed space.
But I mask it all too well, my hunger locked in dreams,
Your pulse becomes my rhythm, your heat my fevered streams.
I crave you fierce and reckless, our bodies intertwined,
Melting into colors, a masterpiece designed.
Our love is art, a canvas where passion’s strokes ignite,
Lustful, raw, and sacred in the fever of the night.
Pour me one more moment, let’s drown in every kink,
Hold me till I’m trembling, till I teeter on the brink.
Bind me in your arms, let our chaos blend and soar,
Make me moan with longing, leave me craving more.