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?