I feel your nearness tremble through the air,
A warmth that stirs the edges of my will.
Your gaze invites a sweetness I could bear,
Yet still I hold my silence, fierce and still.

Desire rises—slow, deliberate, bright—
A heat that gathers where your shadow falls.
But though it burns, I keep my center tight,
For longing answers only when she calls.

You reach, and every breath becomes a flame,
A pull that hums along my living skin.
Yet I deny the path that speaks your name,
For power lies in choosing not to let you in.

My want is mine; I guard it like a throne—
A sovereign fire, claimed by me alone.