by Suzanna Billingsley

Created on: August 02, 2009

Tell me of this thing called desire, a passion in which I do not know.

Affirm it by igniting a captivating stare with your eyes.

Grant it through an enticing burning smile with your mouth.

Offer it by seizing a flaming embrace with your arms.

Covet an incinerating caress with your hands.

Solicit a scorching kiss with your lips in contemplating harmonious kindling. Transmitted by your charring candid breathing.

Uttering lyrics of melodies filled with poetic fire that brings forth a rhythmical fever.

Heated through courage and saturated with a deep hunger served in a celestial banquet.

A feast sanctified and worthy of an insatiable appetite provoking tasty melted morsels of sweet kisses.

Sticky treats garnished by exhalations detonating vigorous surges of desire in affirming love.

Passionate participants in a grandstand ceremonial performance without spectators, and lavished with promises.

Desire sauced by my tears and catered through my ignorance, because it was just a dream.

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