A BURNING DESIRE

Feeling your touch
Was never enough
Consumed, over come
Can’t help…but succumb.

The scorch of desire
The heat of this fire
Has blackened and charred
Left lingering scars.

But, can’t stop myself
For me… no one else
The moment surreal
The probing hot steel.

Nothing more on my mind.
Can’t you see? I am blind
My eyes closed, still dark
The friction, the sparks.

Igniting the lust
That fuels this deep crush
Too hot to control
My body… my soul.

___________________________________

Photo from Google Images: vectorstock.com

___________________________________

CHRIS ISSAC…… WICKED GAME

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

2 thoughts on “A BURNING DESIRE”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s