The Fervored Flame

Your bleach blonde locks curl and bend
Around my clenched fingers,
As I pull your lips close to mine.

I can feel your warm palms
At the small of my back,
Creating a thirsting warmth.

Your heat comes in waves,
Crashing and thrashing,
Pulling me in.

My fingertips slide
Along your smooth, strong neck
And I fall deeply into your eyes.

Your lips leave trails of ardor
Over my already heated skin
As our bodies press infinitely together.

Our desire permeates the air,
Filling the space with thick
And tangible hunger.

As our hands join,
And our bodies meld,
We become the fire.