Drowsing to Fire

limbs tangled
in sheets
of cool satin;
head on pillow.
awaken with
morning light
streaming on
soft cushion,
sliding over
before reticence
can overtake.
fingering silky hair,
tracing all features
of beloved face,
kissing pouty lips.
talented hands
slip 'round my neck,
slowly your flush
does rise to
set off fine features
as your eyes lose focus,
taking on familiar
far away expression.
disengaging
your firm, ripe mouth
descending to
your other charms
found expectantly
a w a i t i n g
the touch of fire.
combustion has begun
to slowly flare.
it is not long
before the raging blaze
consumes us as,
once again, we burn...

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