White Fire and Red Ice

White Fire

Way more and way tight,

Days grow shaded, nights burn bright.

Holding you onto me,

That's what feels just right.

Way mild and way dire,

Feeling red ice and white fire.

Hauling decency for her,

That's what seems right.

Sometimes, some rhymes,

Been blamed for silly little crimes.

One, for the tender embrace,

One, for caressing most of the time.

One, for staring at your pictures,

One, for morning kisses in hiding’s prime.

May silent and may wild,

Eyes slowed and heart agile.

Tracing all your curves,

Which excites me, mile by mile.

Way adores and way bites,

Gentle raised and rough rides.

Sensualizing sights of her,

That's what feels so right.

RED ICE

Rings and roses, steel and red.

"How was your day?" says my lonely bed.

Moans are rare, whispers aloud,

As the day fades, the mind feels bowed.

Spark and spark, then sudden flames.

No fear, no panic, no shame.

Hands touch hands, then reach the face,

Kiss me like the lost coin you chase.

Rings sound, roses smell,

I crave you—a sinner for hell.

Lack the cold, lack the heat,

Bosom closes, chest meets chest, feet by feet.

Roads run, the bike stays still,

Gentle caresses, bites to kill.

One more, one more—and one more, please,

Day in, day out, this thirst won't cease.

Rings and roses, papers and rocks,

Desires in heart, fire in a box.

With the tool of tongue, breaths in lung,

Gaze at the sky with naughty talk, strung.

Pulpiness allures, curves tease and mock,

Frustrates like a kid missing socks.

Comes off again, embraces again,

Mouths fit each other's just like missing blocks.