Embers of Desire: A Ode to Lust's Flame

In shadows deep, where whispers sigh,

Lust's flame ignites, a primal cry.

A dance of souls in passionate embrace,

In every touch, a wild, untamed grace.

Through veils of night, desire unfurls,

In sultry whispers and tempting swirls.

A symphony of skin, a fevered trance,

Where ecstasy blooms in each fleeting glance.

Oh, lust, thou art a fervent muse,

In hearts aflame, you leave your bruise.

With fiery ardor, you paint the night,

In hues of longing, pure and bright.

In tangled limbs, and heated breath,

We lose ourselves, in lustful depths.

No shame, no guilt, just primal yearning,

In this sweet fire, endlessly burning.

So let us revel in this sacred art,

For in the embrace of lust, we find our part.

Glorious, untamed, and ever true,

In its embrace, we find our due.