Stroking Dreams of Fire

as your fingers brush my skin petals of memory are pushed apart, I am left a sigh drenched in want I cross my legs not knowing, their angles would draw your attention your eyes lined the curve of degree, I almost knew when your mouth smiled hello, the pull of your tongue wrapped my need In smoked pearls, and legs of oak turned to butter, spent they melted to knell supplication your eyes begged sleep but a desire still whispered with a listing tongue of fire I stroked the line between dreams and your sleeping face, I stirred the coals in your Dreamtime to ignite as my fingers brush you ablaze, my lips rub the velvet embers I smile as you arise and then I fire, at your first touch I am floating as ash in our wake