giving you flowers feels like offering a piece of the earth just to see you smile

even the stars envy you for they can only shine while you make the world glow

my desire for you is not a flicker it is a cathedral of flames and i would gladly burn in the name of your touch

this longing is not gentle it claws at me in the hours where the world sleeps where only your ghost keeps me alive

you are the forbidden prayer i murmur against my own skin

my need for you is a storm tearing through my ribs carving your name into every breath i take

i want to touch you with all the hunger i have buried in absolute silence

i crave the way your body might answer the ache in mine

my hands ache to find the language of you

you smile like sin and whisper like salvation

my hands burn with the absence of you

i stand here drowning in the want undone by the silence between us

to touch you would be my salvation

my need to touch you is not kind it is savage in its longing relentless in its devastation

your scent is the quiet promise of a love that lingers a fragrance that is etched into my soul