A Dance of Longing and Fire

I feel sadness linger on my violet lips,

Born of bitterness and screams,

Tears slipping through their cracks,

Burning the raw edges of my soul.

Yet joy pounds fiercely in my chest,

Igniting me, making me tremble.

I love everything I see,

Even with my eyes closed, gazing at horizons unseen.

I feel the flames, desire coursing through me,

A craving for someone to drink my essence,

To savor my body

As if I were the only woman on Earth.

I feel your tongue trace my skin,

Slick with the sweat of our love,

Drenched in the scent of passion

That clings to tangled sheets.

Love me, strike me—

Your heavy hand on me,

A shiver racing through my being,

Awakened by your commanding masculinity.

Love me again. Don’t let go.

Kiss me until I dissolve in your arms,

Overcome by the ecstasy of flesh,

Then soothe me gently with your touch.

And still, sadness clings to my lips,

A memory of bitterness and screams,

Tears carving rivers through their cracks,

Aching deep within my soul.

I want you, yet you’re not mine.

You live only in my fevered mind.

Come, you devil that you are,

And kiss me on an angel’s rib.