We set the night ablaze, the shadows
scuttled as infernos burned
and in your arms, soft thighs, sweet sighs
a dance of life lived to the full.
Not ever did I all those nights
wonder would we ever be
a thing not this, not all consumed
a violent tempest, blissful still.
And to this day, this hour, this now
this very moment still we rage
and burn, sheets scorched and satisfied
and tender smiles such tales do tell…