Making Love
Let me know your smells
taste of them well,
hold your sweat
filling
mind.
Limbs growing heavy
as hot flames flick
flesh ready
to meet
flesh.
And then, to smolder
resting in awe
in the sweat
of weight
heavy.
Intoxicating
eclipse of joy
blends fire
melting
ice.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2008
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