We had been so tempted,
in the whisper of the wind,
where intense glances
intertwined with time.
The words, veiled, danced,
coming alive in the air,
each syllable a sparkle,
a spark that made us burn.
It was a lot of fire to contain,
an erupting volcano,
flames dancing on the skin,
shadows full of passion.
My lips yearn for the touch,
your breath against my chest,
and in the abyss of your eyes,
I find what is perfect.