In the depths of my soul, a fire does burn,
A passionate yearning, a desire unearned.
It whispers and it lingers, firm and strong,
A craving deep within, where it belongs.
Like a wild tempest raging in my chest,
Desire consumes me; I cannot rest.
It dances through my veins, relentless and wild,
A force that cannot be tamed nor beguiled.
Desire ignites the spark, lighting up my eyes,
In its feverish embrace, my heart flies.
It fuels my dreams, propelling me higher,
Sparking a flame that never will tire.
With every breath, I long for its embrace,
To feel its touch, to taste desire's sweet chase.
In longing's tender torment, I remain,
Burning in the embers of passion's domain.
Oh, desire, you twist my thoughts into knots,
A tangled web of lust and love, ties in knots.
Yet, I crave you still, like a moth to a flame,
For desire, my dear, is its own wicked game.
So I surrender to the pull, unafraid,
Let desire guide me, no price to be paid.
For in its depths, true ecstasy is found,
A symphony of yearning, profound.
Desire, my eternal companion, my muse,
In your embrace, my soul is set loose.
Forever I'll chase the flames you ignite,
For desire, my love, you are my delight.