Flame

The touch of your skin is the fusion of feeling with thought
As emotion through motion
Piercing my soul like a torch in the blackness of night
Your scent is perfume which swirls in my head like a whirlwind
And lifts all it touches to heights long forgotten by mind
When you look in my eyes I see dreams all too real reflected
Light dancing or swimming in pools with yet undisturbed depths
When we meet in our kiss I feel passion still bucking unbridled
No bounds to its freedom flow rapid a torrent of bliss
Burning desire come tempt me I’m yours no resistance
A prisoner willing and happy to follow your lead
In my soul you’re my muse the root of my all inspiration
& the thought of you punctures my heart yet I’m happy to bleed
Let me lick the sweet sweat from your body to me it’s as nectar
You the flower for whose taste I would willingly risk all I am
You’re the apple of Eden the pathway direct into heaven
And if it were hell then no matter I’d gladly be damned

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About Fles

Early middle-aged (oh yes I am!), no longer long-haired but still speccy and decidedly still an increasingly opinionated git. I’m basically a believer in individualism, that everybody has their own perspective and inner-beauty. I try to find humour in every situation. I enjoy reading and writing poetry.
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