Thy breath upon my throat, a sacred fire,
Awakes the trembling chords of deep desire;
Thy hand, a wandering warmth of gentle might,
Unveils the velvet secrets of the night.
Within this shadowed room where time takes flight,
Our pulsing hearts surrender to the height
Of fevered dreams, where senses intertwine,
And mortal flesh tastes nectar most divine.
‘Tis alchemy that bids the soul expand,
To drink the flames that flicker in thy hand;
In this abyss where reason fades away,
We merge as shadows at the break of day.
O spiritual bond through carnal grace defined!
In rhythmic sighs our spirits are aligned;
We touch the infinite, beyond all measure,
Consumed within the beauty of our pleasure.
This piece mirrors the Victorian fascination with the sublime—the moment where human emotion becomes so intense it transcends the physical plane. It speaks to the paradoxical nature of passion: a grounding physical act that simultaneously elevates the spirit to ethereal heights.
