You alone know the signature upon my heart.

And to touch what strange fires
roar just beneath bare skin,
I must listen closely to your body
as if it were my very own.

No matter the divide lying between us,
all there is to know can be found
in blood quickening with desire,
with something permanent and forgiving.

But I can still give you this,
the animal tension before a frenzy,
the tender calm after we have
floated towards indescribable bliss.

Even though I can only be so close,
even though all whispered promises
and hushed carnal innuendos fade,
you have pieces of me no other can grasp.

You alone know the signature upon my heart.

And pull me closer to every strange shimmer,
the amplified potent pulse of your clit
where I delicately squeeze and tug
as if trying to pluck some rare ripe fruit.

I take the time to undo you,
fingers beginning as curious apprentices,
mastering the unseen inner trail,
the friction that your urgent thighs
serve as a tactile guide to decipher.

Even though I can only be so close,
you still feel my tongue diving,
twisting like a wild hungry blaze inside,
lapping at the sweet shivering center.

All there is to know can be found
in how you hold me as we come down,
being seeping with release,
with soothed rapturous nerves.

I can keep the way you still glow after,
like the disintegrating body of a star,
the light will always reach out to me,
long after the sky fire has gone remote.

Your warmth forever remains here,
something permanent and forgiving,
an ancient afterimage of its own smoldering.

No matter the divide lying between us,
You alone know the signature upon my heart.