Desire

 

Desire,

An echo in the darkness of our souls,

A touch that ignites a thousand goals,

A yearning so intense it steals control,

It's a flame that never grows old.

 

It's a flame, it's a dance,

A magnetic, hypnotic trance,

A fervor that enhances the romance,

Desire, oh desire, in its powerful stance.

 

A murmur grows into a fiery roar,

A feeling that leaves us craving more,

A hunger that consumes us whole,

Desire, it's you I adore.

 

It's a heartbeat, fast and wild,

A rhythm that no one can build,

A longing that we cannot fulfill,

Desire, you are my thrill.

 

An allure that forever beckons,

A dream with no end or reckons,

With every beat, it seizes our hearts,

Desire, you're my sweetest start.

 

 

A passion that only you can ignite,

A storm that rules with all its might,

In your arms, I find my perfect sight,

Desire, you're the light of my life.

 

An urge that never loses its charm,

A mystery that continues to enchant,

In your embrace, I find my safe harbor,

Desire, oh desire, you're my sweet haven.

 

In the garden of life, where thorns may grow,

There stands a man, whose heart shows he knows.

With gentle hands, he tends to the scars,

Of a soul that's been wounded, beneath the stars.

 

He listens with patience, to stories untold,

Offers a shoulder, for tears to unfold.

His strength lies in kindness, not in might,

A beacon of safety, in the darkest of nights.

 

"Your past," he whispers, "is not where you are now,

Your courage, your resilience, shines brightly through.

I stand beside you, not to overshadow,

But to walk with you, through every shallow."

 

For he is the warrior, who fights with love,

A guardian of healing.

His masculinity is a tender embrace,

Uplifting the spirits, of those lost in the chase.

 

So here's to the men, who with honor, do see,

The power of supporting, a woman to be free.

For in the dance of healing, with hearts intertwined,

Lies the truest form of masculinity, one of a kind.