Spiraling Infernos
A piece of sensual poetrythe brush of our palms sizzleigniting a spark of timeless soulsskin hungers for flesh,the caress of fingertipsetch scorching sigilsof ageless passionover the quivering corner of your mouthand slowly down the creamof your cheek and neckinside your eyesstars of our own private Valhallalike a sea of shimmering sequinsdrawing the lines of our fate to twine,as desperate sighs dripfrom the gravity of our lipsheavens will burn i...