She Calls

She will call me by so many names, As I watch her set the fire, Though her eyes are hidden in the flames, They reflect what she desire's... As her satin cloak hid by the smoke, Slowly seems to disappear, The impression of her there uncloaked, Turns my sweat into her tears... While every kindle seems to finally burn, So much brighter as we kiss, It keeps coaxing us to twist and turn, So our tongues can lock & twist ... In the most seductive lustful dance, As it takes us both away , Until we finally get the second chance, To catch a moments breath and say.. Every word that seems to feels so good, Consumating our embrace, Penetrating everything it should, Until it find's that special place... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com