Cool Passion

{He} Moisture wells from in to out The sky drapes its dress Quiescently, you tilt your head and pout Your shoulder kisses a tiny tress Vapor is breathed on the glass A tantalizing blaze flaring from behind Fumbling your hair into a clump of morass Skintight, our souls entwined As we sublime seconds quicker than a blink your heart throbs, I flutter and let out a soft whine in sync I remember you like the taste of butter {She} An icy hot bath melts our raw hearts transpire roses are planted all over your svelte body as my undying desire Gases gushes out from my pore as we boil ourselves a temperature too high my teeth still sizzle and I am ready to roar hereby you lean in and charge my oversupply Maybe I need a cup of water to dilute the enkindled fire, or else a lamb to the slaughter could be me stuck with a liar