Your lips meet mine with a tender fire,
A rush of passion, a fierce desire.
Our hearts align in a hurried beat,
Your hands on me, the world retreats.
Through dreamlike realms, I’m swept away,
Your hazel eyes, where yearnings play.
The scent of your curls, a fragrant art,
A spell that binds and claims my heart.
Upon your chest, I find my rest,
The warmth, the solace, I love the best.
The essence rising from your skin,
A cocktail sweet that draws me in.