Captured in the candlelit iridescence
my skin glows an intense gold
and matches the tone of your face
your features illuminated by the single flame
in solitude on the oak dresser

But our skin bathed in angel light
burns brighter and hotter
and more so as we brush against each other

Igniting more fires
and awakening mutual desires
and I would be a liar

If I said I wanted this night to end
when the sun rises from it's secluded slumber