Dust Between My Fingers

to the melody of “Dust in the Wind”

I close my eyes,
and taste the breath that stays.
Silk between my lips—
I feel the world fade away.

All I am,
slips soft as sin,
like dust between my fingers,
again and again.

Once I dreamed
of touch that never ends—
but even love
returns to where it begins.

Whispered skin,
a fleeting hymn,
we’re dust between each other,
and I breathe you in.

Don’t weep for now,
the body’s just a flame.
I crossed that hush
and came back changed.

Every kiss
still drifts within—
just dust between our fingers,
again and again.

Inferno of Flesh

I open wide as night consumes the day,
your body pounds a rhythm deep in mine,
a storm unleashed, where trembling hips obey,
yet hunger drives us past all human line.

Each thrust a flame that chars my tender core,
I gasp, a vessel broken, made anew,
my nails etch cries across your sweating shore,
and still I beg for more than I can rue.

My breath is torn, my voice a molten stream,
I ride the quake that splits my very soul,
the world dissolves into a fevered dream,
while bliss devours what reason once controlled.

At last I burn, undone, yet still alive—
in ruin’s ash, I feel my body thrive.

Kindling for Desire

The silk slides slow, it listens to my skin,
a whisper loosed, a secret drawn in flame;
I turn, and let the shadows drink me in,
each glance a promise, every breath a claim.

I peel the night from shoulders bare and sweet,
the fabric pools like wine around my feet;
my hips become a rhythm, fierce and low,
a hunger sways in every step I show.

I meet your eyes, unfasten what you crave,
my body speaks the language I have saved;
a captive dance, yet I command the game—
each layer lost is kindling for the flame.

Each layer lost is kindling for desire—
I strip to silence, leave you clothed in fire.