Wet fire

We two,

together,

building

tension

hands

inching

closer

tentative

trembling

longing

pinkies

touching

stroking

heat

rising

flames

racing

spreading

hands

sweating

fondling

caressing

arms

chest

neck

lips

kissing

licking

biting

leaving

trails of

wet fire

sweet agony

arching

aching

to fill

be filled

limbs

entwining

bodies

bound

by need

desire

meeting

melding

engaging

in a dance

in shadow

a symmetry

of motion

ever more

frenetic

while

all

thought

words

are lost

as are we

in this

fleeting

moment,

together,

we two.