When your lips met mine, the world went still,
A quiet storm, a sacred thrill.
Your kiss — a drug I can’t unfeel,
Soft and deep, so achingly real.

Your tongue danced fire across my soul,
In that moment, I lost control.
You tasted like a dream I’d chased,
And in your breath, my heart was placed.

I kissed your neck — you gasped, you sighed,
And love bites bloomed where passion lied.
A map of moments drawn in red,
My silent vows upon your skin were said.

You let me touch where few have been,
And in that trust, you let me in.
I held your chest — so soft, so warm,
Your heartbeat pounding through the storm.

When I went low and felt you there,
I saw your body laid out bare.
The way you trembled, closed your eyes,
It felt like I had touched the skies.

And when you rose and took control,
You made a kingdom of my soul.
I saw the fire within your eyes,
And felt like gods had heard our cries.

You rode me like a whispered prayer,
And I was breathless, lost in air.
Not lust alone — it was divine,
That holy ache: you were all mine.

This wasn’t just about our skin,
But everything you hold within.
I saw your love, your fear, your light,
And vowed to hold you every night.

You are my storm, my calm, my flame,
The one I’d die to call my name.
And if this life is ours to weave —
Then love, I swear, I’ll never leave.