Summer's Flame

A force so potent, it grips me tight,
Turning my soul through endless night.
She dances like flames in summer’s heat,
A woman I crave with every heartbeat.
Her warmth envelops me, a sultry tide,
A fire within that I can’t hide.

Her allure is elusive, just out of reach,
A silent song her silence can teach.
In the sun, she teases and plays,
Naked beneath skies that stretch for days.
Yet as I reach to pull her close,
She slips away, like sand through fingers, exposed.

My heart pounds fiercely with need,
Yearning for her touch, driven by greed.
Her whispers linger, dark and sweet,
Fueling the flames in my restless beat.
She walks away, untouchable, rare,
A summer goddess, floating in the air.

Desire pulses deep in my veins,
Her name, a chant that soothes my pains.
Her scent—like petals after summer rain,
A dream I chase, in pleasure or pain.
In winter’s chill, I long for her heat,
A dance of shadows, our bodies discreet.

Skin on skin, as night ignites,
Passion bursts with stolen delights.
But Summer, the woman I crave so bad,
Is a fantasy that drives me mad.
Her laughter teases from afar,
My senses awaken, craving more.

From a distance, I’m mesmerized by her flow,
Watching her move in the sun’s warm glow.
With every glance, she beckons me near,
A whirlwind of desire, where fantasies steer.
Though she seems always to slip away,
In dreams, she’s the fire—intense each day.