1d
I look, you pass
a breath, a spark.
Desire hides
where words go dark.
No touch, no claim,
just quiet ache
a dream I burn
but never wake.
a breath, a spark.
Desire hides
where words go dark.
No touch, no claim,
just quiet ache
a dream I burn
but never wake.
A desire that simmers in silence, like fire wrapped in silk, never spoken, yet always felt.
