You Hold My Fire

With you, there’s no half-measure,

only flames that burn brighter,

a spark that ignites in my soul

and pulls me closer to the edge of myself.

You look at me, and I feel it—

heat, fierce and wild,

a pull I can’t resist,

like the hum of thunder before the storm.

Your touch is a promise,

a thrill of skin against skin,

drawing sighs from places deep,

awakening pieces of me I’d left sleeping.

In your arms, I’m unguarded,

a tide crashing over and over,

caught up in waves of us,

losing myself only to find something new.

When you whisper my name,

it’s like a secret only we know,

a dance of breath and heartbeats,

where time fades and all that’s left is *us.*

You are my fire, my sweet ache,

the one I long for in daylight and in dreams,

and as I give myself to you, fully, freely,

I am home in the heat of our endless flame.