Fireworks

Words are perfect, truly grand,

But more is said with probing hand;

Luscious kiss, and hungry teeth

Grinning as you writhe beneath.

Every time I close my eyes, 

I am doomed to fantasize

Of placing hand upon your hip,

As you bite your lower lip.

Passionate, we shake the earth,

Ushering the new year's birth --

Moaning as the fireworks blow, 

Building t'ward our afterglow...

My fingers trace a winding line

Curving down your perfect spine,

Your head laid upon my chest,

Limbs entwined in blessed rest.

There is nothing I can do

To escape these dreams of you;

Lady mine, whom I hold dear,

My only wish: to have you here.

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© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.