By terry
Date: 2 December 2000
The Dancing Flames
The fire is burning bright,
flames moving in an endless dance
consuming the air with a hunger I feel
deep and tight in my chest.
And as I watch the golden display it captures me
pulls me into the heat
and hypnotizes me
like only you can do
with those deep mysterious eyes of yours
when they fill with need and desire
and passion for my touch
again.
So I move closer to the fireplace
and close my eyes
turn my palms up in a gesture of supplication
to feel the heat of your lips press tight
against my wrist
feel your tongue touch my vein
throbbing now with every heartbeat
faster and faster with your ministration.
And without speaking I draw my arms around your soft shoulders
raining kiss after kiss across your collarbone,
your shoulder and neck
in a passionate moment of perfection
when we both become flames of love
and burn together in a dance of consumption
fed by the air of desire
and each other.
Come to me this night my love
and we will start our own fire
making this dance of heat real.
God, I wish you were here right now
in my arms, touching, tasting,
loving me...
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