Stroke my skin with fire
Brand me with my own need
Sooth me with a touch
Fingertips, across chilled skin
Melt the ice encasing my heart
Lips silken on my breastbone
Tracing lines across unhealed wounds
Filling fissures with molten heat
Drawing poison up from depths
With a lash of braided leather
Caressing fears away as sighs deepen
The wild calls with plangent cries
The answering, release me, bring me
Enslave me, strokes your long banked fire
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?
Might be a tad warm Peg, just a flicker
Sizzle, sizzle, girlfriend! I’m liking your poetry. 🙂
I cannot tell you how grateful I am the broad audience my poetry draws. I feared the first time I threw one out, it actually horrified me and I wanted to run, pull the covers over my head. Now? I simply am grateful others find something to like.
thank you
Always erotic! Tastefully erotic!
Thank you, for the ‘tastefully’. I thought this might have tipped over the edge a little.
Ooh that is page-singeing hot!! 🙂
Perhaps so 😉
There is a little fire there, my heart though it caught.
🙂
Captivating imagery.
Thank you Carl.
Supa Hot Fiyah! 🙂 Nice.
Thank you my dear friend.
You sure know how to turn up the heat, Val. Loving this. S.i.z.z.l.i.n.g. ❤ ❤ ❤
Thank you my friend, this was heart.
Yes, it was heart. ❤ ❤ ❤
Such amazing PASSION)))) xxxxx kisssssssssssss
Thank you darlin’
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“Burning” ….. power of the written word!!