Stolen passion by the fire

Those tender chocolate eyes
filled with dancing flames
gazing into those of mine
That muscular darkbrown chest
only exists for my head to lean on
Those fulfilled lips
exploring my honey-coloured flesh

Your pitchblack hair, made for me to touch
Your hands, made for birds to live in
and to hold me
to gently put a finger over my lips
and stop me talking
Your soft, strong back, made for my hands to clutch

You and me, in front of the fire,
lightening our bodies, making them aglow
Yours upon mine
You and me, tightly wrapped together
The passion between us is beyond measure
although it's a borrowed, stolen treasure

Not really meant to be
You and me
But yet, we are
Until the loan is returned
Let us stay here,
by the sparkling