"Velvet Flame (For Kenzie)"
Tonight, the stars wear silk for you, Their shimmer stitched in birthday hues, A fire wrapped in satin skin— Where every glance begins to sin.
The candles bow, their wax undone, Melted by your breath alone— Each flicker gasps to taste your name, Each spark a prayer, each blaze a flame.
Your laugh—champagne on eager lips, A velvet drip from honeyed hips, Time slows to watch your shadow sway, A moonlit dream that won’t obey.
You walk, and summer leans in close, Desire’s muse, the sweet morose. A whispered heat, a teasing ache, That turns the calmest soul to quake.
So let the night unclothe its rhyme, Let roses blush and clocks lose time— This world, tonight, is yours to crave, A queen of flame none dares to tame.
Happy Birthday, Kenzie divine, You are the toast, the thrill, the wine. A sultry wish, from dusk till dawn, That lingers long after it’s gone.
