Flickering tongues of orange and red
blaze across trails of desire
Parched throat burns, craving
only a drop of water to quell the heat.
The flames rage within her body,
as though she were Helios, incarnate.
Fire dances on her tongue,
her mouth hot, her passionflower warmer.
Her voracious appetite pulses within,
to the rhythm of insatiable need.
Incinerating Olympus with but a kiss,
her splendor bringing the sun-god to his knees.
Scorching through his immortal soul,
until he can stand no more of her
And the final crescendo, a seismic release,
is a wild display of pyrotechnic lust.
When he wakes, she is already gone,
but he can see her fiery form in the distance
Through incandescent eyes, and he knows
that his Pele will be back for more.
Bronze trophy winner
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