licking the flames

Enlisting the charms
of the fire,
in wistful music
I spoke from the lyre

Entrancing the beckoning
to his knees,
this bubbling lust
is slightly freed

A trail of whisper
licks my ear,
drawing me close
to hold me near

Touching a rose
tips the peaks,
a burgeoning lust
is lightly tweaked

Unbuttoning need
in frenzied grasps,
ripping to free
a stubborn clasp

Fumbling fingers
brush and bump,
grinding of hips
begins the thump

Parting the thighs
that flamed the ache,
speared in the fire
that ripple’s to wake

Licking the ether
lining the why,
turning to jelly
lost in your eyes

A silent scream
in nature is heard,
as Ecstasy feeds
I fly like a bird

Peeling the layers
that shaded the orbs,
discovering bliss
as your taste is absorbed