Few words were exchanged,
Yet enough to spark a flame,
“trespass sweetly urged!”
Notwithstanding doubt,
Desire will always win out.
Flames turn to a blaze.
Heat engulfs, swallows,
Fills the aching emptiness.
Searing with relief.
A wildfire builds, boils,
Tongues of flame caress and writhe.
Torrid heat mounts, swells…
Conflagration reached!
Brilliant sparks shatter the night!
A roaring release!
Flames recede in waves.
Quiet, blissful aftermath.
Coals still burning bright.
Until that next Good Night.
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January 21st, 2014 at 8:28 PM
your writing is fine π