Wake the dying embers within
stoke the fire let it burn
with your hands running over
aching flesh that waits.
Burn the night with your searing kiss,
let your love dazzle me,
we’ll play with fire fit for our desires,
let it swallow us, consume us,
melt us until we are nothing yet be everything.
And in the circle of our arms we’ll lie still and spent,
until the embers slowly die down,
to be woken when passion burns once more.