Flames
of Passion
by
Bearurr
Heedy
kisses and accelerated pulses,
drive me toward your waiting body.
Flushed
skin and wet lips,
push me to the edge of ectasy.
Needs
and yearnings drive me to seek your magnificant presence.
The
curtain of my desire parts at your arrival,
the silky satin of my skin quivers with anticipation.
The
flames heat the chamber,
burning an exotic perfume.
Desire
enters-- bound not to exit.
You
swager into the room,
the intensity of your gaze branded into my skin.
My
pulse quickens and the room,
as if vibrating from our desires, grows hotter and muskier.
Moving
to some ancient driven beat,
I sway to your demanding presence, a willing captive.
The
flames grow swiftly in this explosive atmosphere,
threatening to consume us both.
Your
fingers carress my bare skin,
which quivers and glows from your touch.
As
if a string on a violin,
I am taunt with the need to be plucked.
Touch
me.
Play
me, I am your instrument.
I
am your muse, your love, your flame to consume.
Drink
of my necture, eat of my fruit, I am ripe for your picking.
Do
you burn for me as I do for you?
Do
you feel consumed by this uncontrollable fire that burns from within?
Do
you quiver with untold desire for my very presence, my very touch?
Come
to me.
Enter
my chamber.
Seek
this fruit that is lovingly offered to be eaten.
Love
me as I love,
a flame that will never parrish, never cease,
But
will burn with an intensity and endurance past all enternity.