A fevered spark

My hands trace every curve and line,
Until your pulse is fused with mine.
I want to feel you tightly wound,
The only breath, the only sound.

No delicate lace or soft design,
Just skin on skin, your heat is mine.
I'll pull the thread and watch you break,
Nothing about us is ever fake.

Like needles clashing in the dark,
We ignite a fevered spark.
A tangled mess of limb and soul,
Until your fire consumes me whole.