For Lindsay
I’m thinking of you wearing that turquoise
Sundress; incandescent in the twilight.
Longing sparks a fire; spirits rejoice;
Embracing until o’ertaken by night.
Shadows disguise; clothes bunch ‘round knees and waists;
Mouths meet hungrily, then whispers implore;
Inhibitions are abandoned to haste;
Flames intensify as fingers explore.
Lust envelopes us in the Dragon’s breath;
Two bodies become one, while heat radiates
From flesh demanding a little death:
That paradise where desire’s sated.
We are consumed when
our passion explodes;
Then reborn to worlds of
pleasures untold.
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