HER HANDS, LIKE WILDFIRE

Her voice, a siren's call across the night,
A desperate plea for love's ecstatic light.
It tears through doubt, a tempest in my core,
Leaving me breathless, yearning for so much more.

But love's fierce anthem doesn't end in sound,
Her hands, like wildfire, blaze across the ground.
They claim me whole, a tempest in their hold,
A symphony of touch, a story yet untold.

With scorching palms and fingers that ignite,
They etch their passion in the fading light.
A desperate dance, a hunger that consumes,
A love that burns with an intensity that blooms.

So let her voice ignite a fire's roar,
A blaze that rages to forevermore.
And in her hands, let every wall come down,
Lost in a love that wears a fiery crown.