In The Phoenix's Arms

It's the burning
in so many ways.
His feathery touch
envelopes me
his heat thrills me
and i cannot deny him.

It's the burning
from so many days.
No words to speak,
knowing looks
and i understand
and i give in to him.

It's the burning
in an erotic haze.
He plays my body,
lustful instrument,
resonating in moans
and i am taken by him.

It's the burning
and the emotion plays.
Whirlwind of sensations,
passion, adoration,
finding the joy he seeks
and i bring it to him.