This moment

You hold my heart

from puppet strings,

while I dance

on hot rocks around you.

A burning desire

to grip the moment

and thrust 

these inhibitions to the flame.

Your skin,

alive with my breath,

shivers, melts

under a bleakly sweat.

A passion entangled,

this thorn, a flower bloomed in disguise,

awakens our soul

to the dawn.