Flamed desire

 

During the bitter cold night,

No creature makes a sound,

It's your eyes' twinkling light

That brought me around.

 

With your the gentle touch

I let you caress my skin.

You became my crouch...

A passion to believe in.

 

I keep of hold my heart

Hiding in the dark shadow.

For I know not where to start

And forgot how to follow.

 

Your pain sounds like me

Your soul feels as broken.

You refuse to be free,

Guarding your love as a token.

 

In my dream it's not that way

You're on fire with a new bliss..

Satin sheets give room for play;

Your lips crave and hunt my kiss.

 

We can reveal our thoughts,

Freely share our desires..

Decorate this new life in all sorts

And set a blaze our fires...

Reviews

[A. M. Hood]

Very Beautiful poem. Written with such strong emotion.