Campfire

CAMPFIRE  I thirst to taste your solid wood stare I see you and no one else  Nestling under the stars Hungry for each others ears Chasing every comet across the sky Fierce when it comes to standing tall Desires releas screams from the mundane night Running naked throughout the world Firewood burning the depth of our soul Dancing in a path we put mortals to shame   A swarm of gray shade arousing the night Secret moans before, morning dew hit sunrise Prowling in circles Feeling each others instinctive curiosity Surrender to the ashes of our hide   Passion lost within a dream-catchers web. A pack of thieves we long to be Weaving into an echoless growl No one dares to separate the pack we create  A stare of solid wood I hunger to taste.  Night after night, IN THE MOOD ~always