When love came knocking at my heart,
It felt so good, right from the start,
Intense emotion, this great desire,
I knew right then, he'd flame the fire.
Burning passion, is his middle name,
I can't contain his appetent flame,
Brilliant red and burning strong,
and flaring orange all night long.
Take me into your wanton arms,
Wrapping me in heavenly charms,
Fervent feelings that I feel within,
Desiring elation all through my being.
Slow sensual movements we writhe in need,
Our eagerness now we both shall feed.
Submitting yourself into my flame,
Accepting willingly your offered claim
Demanding tempo tempting divine,
Delivered in unison pleasure combined,
Feel rhythmic motions and the beat,
as bodies flow freely, into molten heat !
~*~ Copyright Elga ~Indigo~
October 2004 - all rights reserved
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
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a pleasure to get lost in! Exquisite, Elga!
sensuously awesome
classy presentation
with so much fines
William ......peace & love
Love Tinka
Peace and sunshine
i love being enveloped in the tender love flowing from this write--so beautifully composed and written--BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Amy