Everytime we touch
you ignight in me a fire, an unquenchable thirst
that longs to be slaked in loving you,
I yearn to hold you in my arms, to feel you move with me,
to climb higher as the heat rises scorching us,
rising until I feel full of you,
as your body arches under me, as our bodies begin to tremble. . .
holding you close,
feeling the joy of completeness,
feeling our hearts beat together as one,
as the flames of our passion fade into a love without words,
exuding from your skin in softness.