Fingers and Fire

Whispered secrets in the night

Softly breathing, holding tight

He touches gentle, marks my skin,

Fingertips like a whispered sin

Every stroke, electric spark,

Lights the fire, leaves a mark

Eyes from afar, reaching deep,

In his gaze, secrets we keep

Lips soft as moonlight bless,

Lost in this tenderness

The way he loves, the way he sees,

A gentle storm, a sweet disease

Fingers tracing, lips that find,

A love so raw, so divine

From the distance, he draws near,

Every moment, crystal clear

In his hold, I lose control,

He’s the rhythm, he’s the soul

Soft whispers fade to dusk,

In his love, I trust so much

Forever in his tender grace,

Lost within his warm embrace