Like dancing in a sauna of fire.
Our lips lingering in a smoldering kiss.
We get closer.
We melt.
We feel each other's breath.
We melt.
Until our torrent can no longer
Escape us, and hence the
Dance of fire begins.
It grew from sparks--a long held crush, a long held wish.
These sparks are no longer--only the flame of us that keeps
Burning in our sauna of heat, of comfort, of lust.
This heat was a must; it will not escape us.
The lingering is over now,
Our existence now counts the
Strokes of a storming smolder,
Daring to explode,
No going back now...
Time passes, as we take each other,
Over and over again.
Our fire will not destroy our
Love, our fast empire.
Our fire, built upon caress, and
Touch, and kisses, and breaths,
Will keep our promises to each
Other safe, and cozy, like a chick in
It's shell.
Like fire, from the Heavens, that
Slowly fell down to bless us.
About the Creator
Maria Ayala
I started writing poetry at age 12. I am from San Diego, California. My birthday is on May 30th. Please contribute to my blog. I also create videos for the Tom Ellis Fan Page on facebook. Looking forward to watching Lucifer on Netflix!!
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