Lit Fire

the dark

turned to light

struck match

now

shadows illuminated

you and I

turned to we

so in sync

pure ectasy

every touch

hug

kiss

rub

we 

find endless pleasure

increased desire

to love longer

breathe harder

and
in every moment of you

I found 

a better me

but this can't be...

it's too soon

yet 

we frequent the moon

in bliss

and I never want to leave you

then I come to

and wish that you

had never struck the match

that some how

created fire

with a burnt fuse