Ignite the flame,

scorching

Through my thoughts, slick with sweat,

cascading

Down from generous pores into white-hot

pain

That is exquisite because we're both so

vulnerable

To the affects of this sensation, breathing

interrupted

By meaningless secrets, shared by unexpected

contact

Of the mental nature, we're so beyond the

physical.

Turn up the music

pulsing

Through our arteries, hearts exploding with the

dance

That is wanton, needing something to insulate the

energy

That craves only you, knowing the

tingling

At my fingertips is just a reminder, it's not

over

The night has only began, splash it with my

colors

Break away from the crowd,

grinding.

With the moon; this is taking a turn or the

better

When torn jeans are replaced with something more

flexible,

And revealing, but you'll never see inside my soul where

truths

Are hidden, until I've got your heart in my hands and your

promise.

If I begin to wilt,

Burn the lilies,

Leave the ashes on my bed…

Bleed the roses –

And go paint the town red.