I am burning
the fire of my yearning
flashpoints of a thousand
sparkling maybes without oxygen,
your eyes fanning the flames
I am flying
my heart is melting
molten in its beating
falling
I’ve flown too close
your sun burns my clipped wings
I am swimming
the depth of my feeling
wets your lips
crashing
through the warm waters
your riding the crest of my wave
I am grounded
my wanting earthern,
base in its desire
plowing
the fire diminishing
your skin yields to my touch
You capture sensuality quite well in this poem. Well done. ~D~
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