Breathing deep of your sweet essence,
Calming waters felt in your presence,
Until you touch my tender places,
Stirring those inner smoldering spaces.
Touching, kissing, gazing, sensual scene,
Moving, undulating, fires unseen,
Joined as one, building higher,
Riding the waves of passion’s pyre.
Reaching the moment of no return,
You guide me through the afterburn.
CWylde © 12/29/14
(Written in response to a poetry prompt - #CapturedPoet)
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