Saturday, 15 November 2014

Poem - Fire







A tongue of fire
Is all it took
Smouldering licks
And my body shook
Lapping, tasting
Nearing there
The place I need him
Naked, bare
Increasing heat
Is felt below
A cherished gift
Doth bestow
A blaze of passion
Roars aloud
Flames then doused
With a body, a shroud


(c) A J Walters 2014



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