Fire

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The heat of passion, the need of flesh.
The primitive beat of the dance engulfs the soul.
The brush of silk on your lips, fuel for our lust.
The slick sheen of sweat, the evidence of our arousal.
Velvet steel, the flame between us, thrusts deeply into the even hotter furnace of my body.
The desire explodes around us, in us.
My body arches under your powerful thrusts.
The meeting of lips fulfills the fire.
Time ticks by slowly.
The need rises again.
Teeth scrape hungrily against vulnerable flesh.
There is no patience this time.
The passion rises and peaks faster and faster.
Every touch, an unbearable release.
Deeper and deeper, your body plunges in to mine.
Over the final crest, the flames leap, over us, in us, around us.
Consuming our bodies in a mindless frenzy, we ride the blaze.
The fire licks along our sweating, unbelievably hot skin.
Panting fills the air in hot bursts.
The fire banks and the heat cools.
We lay in the after-glow of the raging need.
Blissfully we sleep entwined in each other’s arms. Until the next time the fire consumes our aching bodies, we lay in the lingering warmth.

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lobomaolobomaoabout 18 years ago
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o me o me o my

you sizzle shape and burn

slip slide like oil on slopey curves

yet your stop tip words

too too literal like little teeth

dragged on the flesh

where a tongue could glide

but still still I like the ride.

My Erotic TrailMy Erotic Trailabout 18 years ago
fire

sizzling erotic poetry