A Villanelle of Burning Passion
Lightening blue eyes stoke the fire,spoke straight to the bodies, if not their heartsElectric hands stroke a warm, wet mire.Soft murmurs, sighs of ecstasy inspirea bite. Rough and animalistic. It burns, it smarts.Lightening blue eyes stoke the fire.Nails dig deeper as lusts perspire,teeth nip, mouths clash. A tongue laps at the sweet parts,Electric hands stroke a warm, wet mire.Tongues clash, eyes flash, bodies set afire,...