You know it is your touch I crave.
If you were fire I would cover myself
in gas to feel your blaze burning
in lust all over my skin.
Come to me I need your consumption
Wet moist lips making smoke on my skin.
Holding me in your rage of flames
until I explode all inside you.
Turn me to ashes blown into the wind.
Let the memory of this fire drift
in my memories for many nights,
sweet embers I would never tire of.
In a list
A contest entry
- Sexy*Sexy Writes by Poeticbutterfly.
600 points, ended May 12, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well..I am 'fire so c'mon what are you waiting for
lol Love, C
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