Feed the wildfires, thoughts of being with you.
Happy, but it was all too good to be true.
Wildfires were ignited from within.
Setting sun, set the mood, lights dimmed.
Hunted, felt tracked,always on the run.
Found unbridled passion that came undone.
Captured, anticipation, it was a torture to wait.
Fed is the soul with burning desires.
Excitement overbearing, can you elate?
Sparks, smoldering led to an internal combustion.
No truer were your whispered words.
Wondered what thoughts are set a blaze?
Seen you smile in the morning haze.
Guise, disguised maybe a smoke screen.
Let us start again, slate being clean.
There is no hiding Lust.
Keep the Wildfires burning.
Richard Orszulak 10/04/2015