Midnight Ache

I write in the space between desire and devotion—

where touch becomes language,

where strength breaks into softness,

where love and lust blur until they are the same.

Here you’ll find:

— short, sensual confessions

— longer, flowing pieces that ache and burn

— words meant to linger on your skin like a hand that won’t let go.

Ask me anything. Whisper a word. Leave me a thought.

I’ll answer in the only way I know—

through words that press closer than skin.

Follow if you crave poetry that tastes of fire, longing, and surrender.

Your shadow leans in first—

a slow, deliberate eclipse—

until the flame kisses the hollow of your throat.

I taste the heat before I touch it:

a breath of smoke, a flicker of want.

My mouth finds the wax-warm skin just above your collar,

and the night forgets its own name.

The wax cools, a thin amber scar across your sternum.

I trace it with my tongue—

slow, deliberate,

until the scar melts again,

and your heartbeat answers in molten gold.

Your fingers tangle in my hair,

pulling me lower,

where the candle’s last breath

meets the first gasp of dawn.

Dawn creeps through the blinds, pale gold slicing the dark.

I follow the line of light down your ribs,

mouth open, breath hot,

until the sun itself is jealous of the heat we make.

Your hips rise to meet me—

a silent, perfect arch—

and the candle’s ghost flickers once more

between your thighs.

The sun climbs higher, painting your skin in molten stripes.

I press my lips to each one—

slow, worshipful,

until the light burns itself out against your pulse.

Your thighs tighten around my shoulders,

a final, trembling lock—

and the room holds its breath

as the last shadow surrenders to heat.

The room exhales, heavy with sun and salt.

I rise to your mouth, tasting wax and dawn and us—

a slow, lingering kiss that swallows the morning whole.

Your fingers dig into my back,

claiming the last of the night,

and we burn quiet,

my fingers tease your skin, soft, stirring want.

Your eyes gleam in the dark, love’s spark in the storm,

we’re poised on the edge, craving what’s gaunt.

Lightning cracks as my lips graze your throat,

slow, wicked, a spark to your trembling sigh.

Your hands clutch my hair, pulling me close,

our hunger surges, wild as the sky.

I torment with touches, light, cruel, precise,

rain’s rhythm echoes where your thighs quake.

Your moans drown the storm, raw, begging for more,

we’re a tempest brewing, too fierce to break.

Slow, I slide into you, deep, filling your heat,

thunder shakes the walls as your gasp splits the air.

Your hips meet my thrust, slick, desperate, alive,

love locks us tight, but lust’s storm we share.

I drive you through stars, your cries pierce the gale,

each thrust a bolt, lifting you to new heights.

In the storm’s wild heart, your soul’s mine to claim,

we’re wrecked, soaring, bound in passion’s white light.

kissing where your pulse hums, warm and shy.

Your sigh pulls me close, love’s spark in the dark,

we’re already bound, craving what’s nigh.

Kisses trail down your spine, slow, burning bright,

each press a flame, your skin quakes beneath.

Your fingers clutch air, urging my descent,

our hunger’s a tide, no pause, no sheath.

Lower I roam, lips grazing your back’s arc,

wet, greedy, tracing each curve’s sweet line.

Your hips arch back, a plea in your sway,

we’re a storm unleashed, bodies intertwined.

From behind, my mouth claims you, hot, ravenous,

tongue diving deep, your moans split the night.

Your thighs shake, slick, yielding to my greed,

love’s pulse holds us, but lust owns the fight.

I feast on your core, your cries flood my veins,

we’re raw, wrecked, a frenzy of trembling need.

Your heart’s mine, yet this heat consumes all,

fused in the blaze, forever we bleed.

a soft tease, where your skin hums with light.

Your sigh whispers back, love’s quiet pulse,

we’re tethered already, craving the night.

Lips press firmer, warm, tracing your curve,

each kiss a spark, igniting your shiver.

Your fingers find mine, a desperate clasp,

our hunger’s waking, too fierce to quiver.

My tongue flicks slow, wet, claiming your skin,

your head tilts back, moans spilling like wine.

Heat coils tight, your hips shift, seeking,

we’re a storm now, bodies begging to twine.

Kisses turn bites, sharp, greedy, alive,

your gasps flood my blood, raw, untamed need.

My hands grip your waist, pulling you close,

lust’s fire consumes, but love plants the seed.

We’re lost in the blaze, neck kissed to ruin,

your cries bind my soul, slick, trembling, free.

Each mark I leave screams we’re forever,

fused in this frenzy, you’re everything to me.

soft as a vow, where your pulse hums low.

Your shiver calls me, love’s quiet spark,

we’re already burning, but I take it slow.

Higher I kiss, wet, deliberate, sly,

your skin blooms hot, trembling under my breath.

Your fingers grip sheets, urging me on,

our hunger’s a tide, pulling tight, no rest.

My tongue traces fire, slick curves ignite,

your gasps tear the air, raw, needy, alive.

Thighs part like a prayer, my name on your lips,

we’re bound in this ache, where desire won’t hide.

I’m lost in your heat, kissing where you quake,

your body’s my altar, your moans my refrain.

Love locks us close, but lust rules the night,

we break in the blaze, fused, trembling, unchained.

Every sigh, every shiver,

pulls me deeper into the rhythm only we seem to understand.

I press my lips to her neck,

slow at first, tasting her skin as if I could learn her through desire alone.

She arches back, breath catching,

and for a moment the air itself feels electric—

thick with want, with need, with us.

My hands find her hips,

and she meets me with a hunger that feels endless.

Every movement, every sound,

is a conversation without words—

her gasps the language I’ve spent my life trying to learn.

And when she finally breaks against me,

head thrown back, voice trembling,

it feels less like victory

When the room hums with something unspoken—

a hunger that moves slow, deliberate,

like smoke curling toward flame.

My hands trace her in reverence,

learning her anew with every breath.

She trembles under my touch,

not from fear, but from the weight of being seen.

There’s a language in the way she arches,

the way her breath catches before she exhales my name.

It isn’t lust alone—

it’s surrender, devotion,

a quiet worship born of longing and trust.

In that moment, she is infinite.

And I am nothing but the man lucky enough to lose himself

The world is quiet, but my mind isn’t.

It drifts to you—

your skin beneath my hands,

your breath stuttering against my mouth,

the way desire makes you tremble

before it breaks you open.

At this hour,

I don’t crave sleep…

when desire feels endless—

the world outside dissolves,

and it is only her,

only me,

and the storm we summon in silence.

Her breath trembles against my skin,

fingers clutching as though I am

both salvation and sin.

I touch her slowly,

memorizing the language of her shivers,

each caress a vow unspoken.

But hunger grows—

patience unraveling into fire,

kisses deepening into claims,

hands worshipping, devouring,

until she breaks in my arms.

Her moans spill like secrets,

eyes closing

as if the world itself is too much

while she surrenders beautifully.

And in that surrender,

I take not only her body,

but her soul—

the hidden places,

the untouchable fragments,

the truths she entrusts only to me.

Together we burn—

a prayer set alight,

sacred, unrestrained,