Touch Like Fire
The delight of him is not denied.
That's why I'm clinging to his side.
I feel his touch-a burning fire
which feeds my lust and wanton desire.
He bends me down to watch me shine.
I know of his ultimate design.
We slip around inside our skin
and wait for pleasure to begin.
Kisses made of honey drips
smother the inside of my lips.
Fingers like soldiers march on down
invading that unexplored town.
Pleasure deluges body and mind.
This hunger for him lets me unwind
into a soft and silken pile
as we lie there breathing for awhile.
My darling glistens in the dark
just like a frenzy feeding shark.
Aftermath does make us glow
like tender flakes of crystal snow.
We'll take up our thirst and yearning
knowing it's only castles burning.
Desires cooled down and motives met;
this was the best lovemaking yet.
written November 23,2013
for contest "Charlotte's Scorchers"
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013
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