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
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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