She is frost-kissed moonlight,
cool lips whispering shivers down my spine,
a touch like winter’s first breath,
sharp, delicate, deliciously cruel.

I am darkfire in her path,
fingertips tracing embers across her skin,
melting where I should not,
consuming where I should.

She sighs, and the world crystallizes,
silver frost blooming where my heat fades.
I press closer, daring the cold,
and she trembles, braving the burn.

We are contradiction, a beautiful war,
a kiss that sizzles, a gasp that screams,
ice dripping, fire smoldering,
two forces colliding, neither yielding,
only melting into each other.

She resists, a teasing wind,
cool fingers tracing my heat,
melting just enough to make her beg,
freezing just enough to keep me wanting.

I press against her, shuddering,
steam curling where we meet,
ice cracking, fire flickering,
until we are neither flame nor frost,
just molten. Bound. Undone.