Beneath the layers
of tradition, religion
reasoning and understanding,
I burn
in passion’s bed of red.
Sensations of pleasure
arising from my core
scorch my veil.
Flames of feast burn,
I yearn,
lying there waiting.
Aches of passion
weave into my being.
I am shimmering.
You see me
feel the heat.
You want to play
the scorching game.
You touch me,
igniting me,
You tremble
as I ignite you.
Consumed by fire,
Consummating,
Passion flower blooms.
You swoon,
Consumed,
Amazing splendor experienced.
Quenched, enchanted
and sweetness-satiated,
you leave.
Yet…
I know
you’ll come back to me.
For…
I’ve seared my image
on your flesh and mind.
So…
I retreat
once more.
Shrouded in the layers
of tradition, religion,
reasoning and understanding,
I wait
till passion beckons me
to bloom in her red flame.