#FoxProse @FoxProse What if the oldest caves remember every fire entrusted to their dark?
There, where daylight dare not follow,
tension discovers lust, and lust learns care;
devotion courts passion while wanton need
waits patient, hungry, fed on needs unmet.
A secret location shelters hurried moments
kisses craving shadows, hands finding light,
pulse racing as time rocks the space.
Lush surroundings perfume their sacred want,
like some forgotten garden beyond the keep.
His heart remains measured, though his mind
swirls with mystery, his soul curious;
her feminine softness answers, wild and brazen,
willing from the core of ancient longing.
Scents linger from touch like incense after prayer.
Passion erupts close to the edge
while time chases their adventure.
Yet hunger bows before tenderness,
and desire finds its older truth:
when two fires enter willingly,
even stone remembers how to burn.
~ Loyla