Thursday, January 22, 2015


The touch of his hand on my face,
the feel of his skin on my lips,
excites me.
The look in his eyes before he
kisses me, sweeps me away
to a place where passions are
Emotions rage
through my body
borne on a swift current of
making my heart race.
My blood boils.
Passion, ignited in my veins
overwhelms me
the feel of his naked flesh
on mine overcomes me.
His body piercing mine.
His tongue invades my mouth.
His hips thrust against mine.

What is the temperature of flesh at flashpoint?