Passionate (Can You Feel My Heart?)

soft kisses turn hungry

once the lights go off -

when eyes lose their power

and hands learn to speak

for everything we can't seem to put a name to.

you trace every tattoo on my skin

like you're trying to read me backwards,

memorize the parts of me

even I forget exist.

your touch -

a question asked in silence,

answered in gasps,

where language fails

but bodies never lie.

the dark is an honest thing,

peeling us back

to the soft beneath the armor,

to the ache we buried

under quiet smiles and busy days.

we move without maps,

guided by instinct,

by the way your breath stumbles

when my mouth finds

the hollow of your throat.

we aren’t trying to be careful—

only real.

only here.

and in this moment,

your hands say

what your mouth won’t:

stay.

burn.

be known.