I feel the fire spreading,
from tip-to-tip,
desire reaches.
It's delicate touch,
only lightly licking the tinder,
like the most ginger of kisses,
placed on innocent lips.
Living on my oxygen,
leaving me breathless.
Your touch is so warming,
it's almost burning,
and leaves me breathless.
I feel the spark.
Be my flame,
and light my life.
CITEȘTI
Burning
PoezieA poem contrasting 'Drowning' that has more to do with love than to do with hate.