Sunrise & Moonlight

I am the sunrise, fierce and untamed.

I set fire to everything I touch,

To everything I claim,

Burning it all, turning it to ash.

She

Is the moonlight, cool and distant,

Watching,

Waiting,

And daring me to burn her.

She whispers my name,

Low and breathless,

Like a forbidden secret.

Like the sin we both crave.

No need for forgiveness, but a plea to be free.

I answer with my hands,

I answer with my lips,

Tracing constellations across her trembling hips.

She shivers beneath me,

Silver and soft,

Writhing under my heat.

I take my time,

Savoring every inch of her,

Teasing,

Until she is undone,

And lost in me.

Her fingers dig into my back,

Nails dragging, pulling me closer,

She moans like the night itself,

Dark and endless,

Drowning in pleasure.

They say the sun and moon can never meet,

But here we are

Bodies tangled and lips locked,

Devouring each other in the in-between.

And when the dawn breaks,

She is still there, glowing and spent,

Wrapped in my arms, feeling like air.

The moonlight forever consumed by my fire.