Fireworks

Two distinct souls as one

Lost in heated desire

Caressing each other, bare naked, skin to skin,

Lips, tracing every avenues of their bodies,

In hunger, melting between volcanic fire

Wild hearts, roaming and beating together

No limits, consumed in sensuality

under any weather

No apprehensions,

yet skydiving in free-fall

Each is in more needs

To satisfy, the hungers of their inner call

At last, pleasure is at its rising peak

She and I, conjuring, without words to speak

Yet, we’re solely unique souls

but joined as one

But we’ve forgotten our existences

While getting consumed

In the pleasing crouching sun

MidnightInk (8/9/2018)