Quench These Flames Poem



Like a kiss stolen in the rain
Wet with sensitivity
But warm with sensuality
The sensations flow through me
All my toes curling up shifting all my internal organs
It’s a cold breezy morning
Yet sweating occurs in my pores
Heightening the excitement I feel my lips open slightly
Profusely lubricated with honey
To allow your lips to touch mine
In a quivering kiss that is endless
Contracts every muscle in me letting you know
I am growing in love with you
To hold you tight in my arms
Increasing these tremendous feelings
Reluctantly closing my eyes
I still hope to see you in my dreams
As I sip my last breathe of you

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Maira Gall