Your touch sets me on fire
Lightning fuses from tip of toe to top of head
Igniting pathways in between
Your lips are like molten lava
Burning with every kiss
The merest hint of contact and I am aflame
My body yearning to quench its thirst
With the fire of your burning passion
The promise of our mutual explosion
A temptation not to be ignored
The slow steady burn that leads
To the conflagration of the soul
Dear heart, I melt for you.
Copyright H Sabo 2008
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