Crimson embers glowing
creating a savage
and primitive heat.
The fiery glow draws
the eye, mesmerizing
in it’s intensity,
calling to the
primal lust that
dwells within the
recesses of the human
soul. The heart picks
up a staccato rhythm
that causes the blood
to thrum in erotic
cadence with the
pulsing needs of
the flesh.

Two souls reach
out to one another,
caught up in the
age-old spell of
passion’s dance. Fingers
tap tempo across
heated nether flesh,
reaching in and around . . .
lingering and teasing . . .
drawing out the promise
of pleasure’s release.
Cries of joy split
the night as fulfillment
reaches it’s peak . . .

Two bodies, two hearts,
two souls lie entwined;
murmur whispers of
love and contentment.
Who can deny the
hypnotizing spell of
Fire’s naked dance?


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Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic – First Journey (Sept. 2000)
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