Drawn To Her Yellow Flame

Second base,
there are no
absolutes,

flames and
flutes,

I am drawn
to her flame,
entering the
universe of
her mystical
sexual fire.

I put yellow
flame to
votive candles,

chant before her
and Gaia's altar,
I prepare her for
the anointment
ceremony,

'an it harm none,
do as ye will,'

astral travel oil blend
benzoin Resinoid
clove Essential.

I am blazing,
but I do this
to her in stage
of flame.

Do you know
how very hard
it is to hold back
your red flame?

Do you know
how very hard
it is to hold back
licking each one
of your hot spots?

I am the keeper
of her flame,

intent on capturing
her erotic flicker in
3-D,

so to keep the tips
of her flame sharp.

My ability to deliver
her authentic flame
lets us explore her
yellow emotions, those
are telepathically  felt.

Charge of the Goddess,
she is my sexual initiate,
my basic core belief.

All acts I perform upon
her missionary, scissor,
69, and going down on her
are love and pleasure rituals.

Her yellow flame is
responding to firing times.

My lips are a miniscule
one quarter of a flaming
hot breath inch from your
dripping liquid pearls,
but I cannot

for I am intentionally
temporarily celibate.

Chemistry to
advance to the
next color of
flame.

Would you like to meet
your orange flame?

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist