Sonnet - Blaze

Hot breath mingles -- first exquisite kiss,

Skin electric, pulling at our clothes,

Flesh on flesh, engulfed in tactile bliss,

Dripping sweat, entranced in passion's throes.

Every scrap of clothing hits the floor, 

Merciless kissing, moaning 'round our lips;

Engines running hot as ne'er before,

Desperate fingers squeezing both her hips.

Smouldering, we reach a fever pitch,

Frantically, our bodies twist and coil,

We rise together -- both our voices hitch, 

Our ecstasy brought to near-angry boil.

Finally, when lust can go no higher,

We smoulder in our passion's dwindling fire.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.