To Bloom In Red Flame

Underneath all the layers Of tradition Of religion Of philosophy Of reason and understanding I smolder In passion's pleasure bed of red Paroxysms of pleasure Emanate from my core Searing the shroud Flames of fantasy's feast burn Yearning I yearn and lie in wait In my ambuscade with the relish to ravish ravaging every fiber Conceived in the throes of passion My conception is my perception of life Woven into my being I’m prisoner to pleasure monomania Obsession of desire hysteria My cacoethes: gratification gratified Thus, I scintillate sparks Riding on my satin flares They captivate your stare You see me Feeling the heat of sultry flame You want to play scorch torch game So your reach out to touch Mere kindling in my blazing wake You quake as I slake your florid fantasy awake Convulsing in temptation’s torment You combust to lust Consummating till consumed Eliciting my passion flower bloom In opulent oriental room You swoon Exertion exhausted Gratification’s glory gained Having tasted my reign Revived, you leave Yet… My image I’ve seared On your flesh and mind Branded, you’ll find Your way back to me Slave to my passion's decree You’ll come to me And I retreat Enshrouded once more In virgin layers Of tradition Of religion Of philosophy of reason and understanding Biding my time when sensuality sublime calls me to bloom in her red flame ~*~*~*~again~*~*~*~ Eileen Manassian This is a repost that has over a thousand views. Just trying to remind myself of the glory days. I seem to be unable to write at the moment....and poets can be a strange lot. If you don't post...you're forgotten, at least by most. The feeding frenzy is for words..and if you're empty, you are neglected. I'm glad I have friends who visit my older works even when I'm not around. I need to cultivate this spirit in my life because I know what it's like not to be visited....