Pathetic..

The spark ignites, the fire burns bright.
Passion runs wild, as I search for you.
My vision clouds, all I see is a face,
Lips that tremble, Soft as the morning dew.

You draw close, your lips touch mine,
I shiver, feeling your breath upon me,
My senses drink deep, intoxicated
I sink in your passion, deeper than the sea

Tickling me, burning me, your hair whispers
across my face, kneading my need,
As I burn, with desire, and with fear
That this is but a dream, soon gone to seed.

A soft touch, reassuring me, rests
on my cheek, as you smile, and I close
My eyes, and suppressed feelings find
expression, my breath heavy, and you so close.

The candle flickers in the winds, as shadows
play across your face, I gaze into your eyes
And forget myself, and draw you near
No thought given to virtue, nor to vice.

Your warmth, glowing and pulsing, tears
through my heart, all masks I wear torn
apart. My hands shake, my lips burn
Passion hurts me, in my mind a thorn.

Your face reflects my mind, I madden
with desire, set aflame by your warmth.
Life loses meaning, as I am victor,
To surrender to you, I had set forth,

Lying in your arms, I feel life coursing
through you, giving me strength.
Your face, radiant as an angel
Smiling as you sleep, I wonder...