Tease me and don’t be gentle.
Entice me until I forget my own name.
Spin me slowly across the floor.
Touch me with the promise of ruin.
Study me with hungry hands.
Kiss me like it’s our last day.
I don’t want distance, or games or halfway.
I want the flame. The fall. The pull. The surrender.
Move with me until our bodies blur, merge, until our souls are mistaken as one.
Run through my veins
to my pounding, beating core.
Have no fear.
And get lost
in the maze.