Soaring In Flames

Enlisting the charms of the fire, in wistful music I spoke from the lyre Entrancing the beckoning to his knees, this bubbling lust is slightly freed A trail of whisper licks my ear, drawing me close to hold me near Touching a rose tips the peaks, a burgeoning lust is lightly tweaked Unbuttoning need in frenzied grasps, ripping to free a stubborn clasp Fumbling fingers brush and bump, grinding of hips begins the thump Parting the thighs that flamed the ache, speared in the fire that ripple’s to wake Licking the ether lining the why, turning to jelly lost in his eyes A silent scream in nature is heard, as Ecstasy feeds I fly like a bird Peeling the layers that shaded the orbs, discovering bliss as your taste is absorbed