The fire that never warms

Lust

A sin

A hushed word

I look up to my lover

I look in his eyes and I see a fire

Fire so adamant

it burns so low

like a candle full of wax

hot and sultry

the need to satisfy myself by him

I lay bare upon the silken sheets, the moonlight kissing every inch of my adorned flesh

my lover lays with me

he caresses me ever so gently

like a wind on a chime.

my lover,

dressed in lust

a hunger with no home