In the firelight, your eyes pull me near,
Each look a command, each touch crystal-clear.
Is it love when I crave the taste of your skin,
Or lust that ignites the heat within?

Your fingers trace my body like a map,
Soft and slow, making my heartbeat collapse.
I melt in your hands, lose control in your gaze—
But is it love that sets me ablaze?

I breathe you in, your scent, your heat,
The way your body moves so close, so sweet.
Your lips brush mine like a lover’s prayer,
And suddenly, I’m lost—do I even care?

Needing you feels like I’m drowning in fire,
Yet wanting you feeds an insatiable desire.
You leave me trembling, aching for more,
But is it love I’m feeling, or just the allure?

Every whisper on my neck, every sigh in my ear,
Fuels the fire that makes you feel so near.
I can’t tell where you end and where I begin—
We’re caught in this fever, this burning sin.

Hands explore, bodies collide,
We move together, nothing to hide.
Your touch sets flames dancing on my skin,
But is it love I’m drawn to, or lust pulling me in?

I trace the lines of your jaw, your lips, your chest,
Wondering if it’s love, or just the flesh.
The way you breathe my name in the dark,
I feel your heart, but is it the spark?

You kiss me slow, then faster still,
Making me crave, making me feel.
Your body knows mine like a familiar song,
But is it love that’s been here all along?

In every kiss, in every sigh,
I feel the heat but question why.
Your breath on my skin makes me burn,
But is it love that makes me yearn?

The way you touch me, I’m losing my mind,
In the spaces between, we blur and entwine.
Do I need your soul, or the thrill of this fire?
Is it love or just pure desire?

I can’t resist the way you hold me tight,
Every moment feels endless, every kiss feels right.
But after the flames, when we’re still and alone,
Will this feeling last, or will it be gone?

Between the sheets, in the dark of the night,
We move like waves under pale moonlight.
I search for something deeper in your touch,
But the need for you is almost too much.

I crave the way your body sings to mine,
Each moment electric, like sipping fine wine.
But is it love that keeps me here,
Or just the rush, the heat, the fear?

Between love and lust, we dance and we sway,
Too close to leave, too hot to walk away.
I want more than the thrill of the chase,
But in your arms, I lose my place.

In the morning light, when the heat fades slow,
Will I still need you, or will I let go?
Is it your soul that lingers in the air,
Or just the memory of our fevered affair?

Between love and lust, the lines disappear—
I want you, I need you, but what’s really here?
Caught in this heat, we burn so bright,
But is it love, or just the fire tonight?