My White Flame

Since I saw you, my pulse rewrote its rhythm,

A soft explosion beneath the hush of skin.

You stood like winter’s moon; serene, untamed,

And my chaos knelt, suddenly framed.

Your smile, oh love, it isn’t just a curve,

It’s a hymn where my silences learn to serve.

Your body, a canvas where desire breathes slow,

Not lust, but longing in its purest glow.

Your soul; don’t get me started, wild and wide,

A storm wrapped in silk, with oceans inside.

Your laugh unbuttons me more than your dress,

A touch of your hand; my whole world undressed.

And still I crave what words can’t net,

The scent of your thoughts when they get wet.

I’ve been in love since the first white glance;

You, the poem I write in a single trance.

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