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like a wildfire in the veins
consumes every nerve ending
in a conflagration of desire
so desperate, so strong
there can be no answer
but to quench it
in the waters of
sensual surrender

Your mouth burns
trails upon my flesh…

My hands scorch
pathways down the
curve of your back…

met with passion
so intense it sears the soul
with tongues of white hot flame
‘til rivulets of satisfaction's
warm honey spill forth
from the cauldrons
of fevered bodies;
heaven forged,
we are spent

The inferno now quelled
the heat slowly

But glowing embers
lay sparkling in your
coal black eyes…

And love, we know,
those fires
will rage again
and you will come
in, to warm my
welcoming embrace...
and I will fan the
flames of your ardor
and pray that
this pyre

K.Tate Jacoby
copyright March 2, 2010
(revised May 7, 2010)


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