Ablaze
His
fingers were like candles, lighting my flesh with every touch
Virility
mixed with sweat and fervency, takes me to places too savage to mention out
loud
Tiny
hairs on my neck were the wicks those fingers ignited in a tender touch
Heat
me up with your body thrusting like gladiator in the arena of lust
No
doubt any woman in your midst is always left a humble miss
Sonnet
of the bard or philosopher from ancient Rome are recounted with authority from
your lips
Behind
the grunt, you are a charming chap
No
wonder why I ended up in your lap
Strands
of my hair cascade over the mattress, as your tempting tide overtakes me
From
afar, you seemed like a hard nut to crack
Yet,
after a while of knocking on the castle walls, your resistance crumbled to my
kisses
The
fire is real within me now
Whispered
words from you to me are the gift the angels have allowed
Pores
are opened and drenched with delight
Ablaze
with volcanic encounters with you in the night...
-
A.H. Scott
3/22/12
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