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.

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CHRIS ISSAC…… WICKED GAME

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs. View all posts by Patty Richardson