Note 7
Last night you kissed me
and I couldn’t keep it together.
I needed you on top of me
I needed to touch you
You.
No not the flesh
I needed to taste the fire in your soul
Burning my lips
The warmth and
the wetness of your mouth
Oh I’ve never been touched like this before!
The urgency to feel
Your kisses,
setting the dying embers of my heart on fire
Consuming, unsatiating, yet fulfilling
Your lips
.. and those sultry sighs..
(Burn me, tonight I’ll be the moth to your flame.)
3/3/2018
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