By JH Sayyar
O flame that burns through darkest night,
Thy gaze ignites the blood in every vein,
With every breath thou make the stars flight,
Moonlight shivers, drunk upon thy reign.
Thy lips, twin roses dewed with love’s fire,
Unveil sweet realms where dreams take wing,
Thy touch that strikes the chords of desire,
And sets my soul to moan, to burn, to sing
Thy body's art—a sculptor’s boldest dream,
Each curve a verse of lust and sacred need,
I lose myself within thy shadowed gleam,
And plant my hunger like a pulsing seed.
O queen of heat, of velvet sin and grace,
Ah! I drown forever in thy fierce embrace.
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