Nature, fueling wiles.

There lies in me,
A wild crimson flame,
Born from wiles of nature and desire,
Succulent lips only fuel said desire.

These hands are but tools,
Fueled by the rapid heat,
They move and tease and play,
Cup the breast and soothe the clit,
These teeth finding a neck to nibble upon,

Moans, animal and rampant,
Higher and higher they rise to a scream,
As I use every ounce of energy,
Every inch of flesh,
To drive my fire inside you.

Oh what feelings!
The enveloping of my whole,
Snatched up eagerly within ruby lips,
Gentle eyes looking upon me sweetly,
With the flicker of their own fire building up inside.

The exasperation as I reach the end, we moan and pant and drive each others fire to exploding,

We collapse,
And rest.

Yet begin again when we awake.