Marsh
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Your eyes were sparks beneath the skin,
A quiet war I wanted to win;
One stolen glance, one breath too near,
And suddenly the world disappeared.
You were the heat beneath my sleeve,
The kind of want I can't conceal;
A restless flame, a crimson tide,
A hunger neither heart could hide.
Your name would linger on my tongue,
Like forbidden songs we left unsung;
And every silence, every stare,
Made something dangerous fill the air.
I wanted you—not just your kiss,
But every trembling shade of this;
The warmth, the closeness, skin to skin,
The thousand places love begins.
Your heartbeat spoke against my own,
Two restless rhythms, one unknown;
And in that breathless space between,
Desire became something serene.
You were the fire beneath the rain,
The sweetest pleasure dressed as pain;
A velvet ache, a fevered glow,
A secret only we could know.
No roses could explain the way
Your presence stole my breath away;
No moon could match the silver light
That lived within your eyes at night.
I wanted every stolen hour,
Every fragile, burning flower;
Not merely lust, not merely flame—
But desire learning love's true name.
For lust can burn and disappear,
But love makes wanting feel sincere;
And when desire wears love's embrace,
Even temptation feels like grace.
So come no closer—then come near,
Be my temptation, my sweetest fear;
Let every distance slowly cease,
Until desire becomes our peace.
Let midnight keep what daylight knows,
Let secrets bloom like midnight roses;
And if the world asks what we became,
I'll call it love disguised as flame.
Because I don't want only your fire,
I want the soul beneath desire;
Not just the body I adore,
But the heart I'm always aching for.
And when the night has lost its hue,
When all the flames have burned anew,
I'll still want more than your embrace—
I'll want your heart, your soul, your grace.
For bodies fade and fires cool,
But love can make desire beautiful;
And if my deepest sin is you,
Then let me be guilty—
and let it be true.
