She is the flame that dances on my skin
A searing torment igniting my lust
As kissing silences, the words within
Her desire draws out my instinctive need
Acquiesced want given to her in trust
Her fiery heat to which I must concede
My love she’s taking me beyond my fear
In a rush of emotion that brings peace
All things fade yet exquisitely clear
My hungered lips seek hers to pacify
Unruly urges that demand release
As once again her kiss crushes my cry
She is the flame that dances on my skin
As once again her kiss crushes my cry
©JG Farmer 2016
Form: Cornish Sonnet 3
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