Fireworks of lust

Fireworks of lust~




I watch the fiery passion,
leap about the night,
embodied lust, love.

Feel the warmth,
of a memory so sweet,
roll away, as you did.

Hear the explosion
at the end of a nights journey,
Every night more than once, you did.

Touch, in memory again,
the gentleness of skin so soft,
so I am to gentle, delicate, desirable?

Now, taste,
the nectar of lust a gentle stream,
running towards the ocean of love.

Years gone that was then this is now!
Are we now the glowing ambers of love?
or are we a firework of lust?
With a whisper you speak. Both.