Flames

 

What is this that has happened so few times before?

Should we let go, heed to our aspirations?

 Releasing the belief that we must need more.

The fire burns within my very soul giving a touch to the tinder of myself.

Flames blossom, coming forth in bright concussion.

Her smile it enlightens my very body causing an uncontrollable rush of feeling,

What should I call this fire I find myself once more believing?

 

There is a connection, inspiration travels with the flames,

The passion has grown and formed into a towering happiness.

The way her lips move as she brushes her tongue across the corner of her mouth,

Her eyebrow so well manicured and shapely.

The kiss her eyes are promising lingers inside my impassioned mind.

The soft caress of her silken skin. Stirring thoughts of passion far, far within.

The light brush of her hand across her brow as she fixes her hair back into place.

 She touches her delicately formed ear as she runs her hand down along her cheek.

Her scent is so appealing to me, in a manner I find it hard to speak.

 

Her laughter is like a ringing of bells lightly peeling and gentle on my fired soul,

Her voice rising, falling in dulcet tones. It’s like a music sung just for me.

Does she notice the distress in my eyes as she smiles and reaches her hand to mine?

Is she unsure also or is she trying to give the most precious of gifts.

What is this, what can this be called, I’m captivated, enthralled.

She has me spelled. The addiction is flaming again bringing fire, hope taking back into that stunning domain.

 

Her breath on my face is causing me to blush and my own breath begins to rush.

Her hand running around my neck and resting on my shoulder.

Pulling her towards me I wish to hold her closer.

The gentle kiss is searching lucking for the reciprocation of feeling.

The light erupts and becomes like healing, happiness and it is reeling.

Pulling aback while I take a breath and see the pleasure dancing in her eyes.

Her touch is like lightning as she runs the backs of her fingers down along my arms.

I lift my hand gently and cup her cheek with the palm of my hand.

Her smile is intoxicating and I must again take a kiss.

Truly what is this feeling that is burning vibrantly inside?

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Her intensity as she holds me so close my mind feels like it’s going to explode,

Her taste lingers in my mouth; her body stirs me so majestically,

The sheer pleasure of being one with this divine female form,

Leaves the flames burning, casting out for more, more, more