Inferno & Devotion
By Olivia Salter
Your touch is a matchstrike, sudden and bright,
A wildfire carving through velvet night.
Lips like embers, slow-burning deep,
Whispers like coals, where secrets keep.
The air is molten, thick with want,
A fever that time itself can’t haunt.
Your breath on my neck—a whispered vow,
Melting the past, unmaking the now.
Desire flickers, then roars to life,
A blaze untamed, a spark turned knife.
Fingertips carve like tongues of flame,
Branding my soul with the sound of my name.
The night exhales in silver heat,
Where fire and flesh and hunger meet.
Nails trace scripture on sacred skin,
A language of longing, whispered within.
Sweat beads golden, fever-fed,
A hymn of bodies, a prayer unsaid.
The world collapses, ember by ember,
A love too fierce for time to remember.
Your kiss is molten, slow and sure,
A tether to something vast and pure.
Flames rise high, no space for doubt,
Shadows dissolve as passion shouts.
Your voice—an echo, raw and bright,
A tremor laced in liquid light.
My name escapes like a half-spun spell,
A tether between the heaven and hell.
The night unfolds in tangled sighs,
A love too reckless to disguise.
Time folds in, undone and spun,
A wildfire raging against the sun.
Closer still, no space remains,
Just heat and heart, untamed, unchained.
In afterglow, the echoes stay,
A love that smolders past the day.
No morning cools what’s forged in bone,
This heat, this fire—we call it home.
So let us burn, let embers rise,
A love that dares—eternal, untamed, baptized.
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