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Speaking with Fire

"Sometimes we don't need words when our bodies can do the talking for us"

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Author's Notes

"For Pride I removed a lot of gender references from this one. Love is Love, and should always be celebrated. Dedicated to all the lovers out there."

I want to taste your soft sweet lips and run my fingers down your sides.
To run my teeth, so teasingly down that delicate neck.
To let my fingers softly roam down your back, drawing patterns on your warm skin
Then finding that magnetic bottom of yours, cupping its magnificence
Kneading it with a lover’s fingers, my face pressed to your neck.

Slowly kneading those two round peaches
Lips are drawn up to find your hot hungry mouth
Kissing you deep and lovingly.

Grinding my body against yours, my need clear in the tattoo of my heartbeat
My body ripples when it touches yours.
Sparks of sweet desire dancing through my body.

Moans in the kisses, fingers flowing over each other’s body.
The soft sting as nails are drawn over tender skin

The heat of two bodies melding together, two streams flowing into a mighty river
Our hips moving in counterpoint rhythm
Arms wrapped around each other’s backs, holding each other close
Unwilling to let the other go, even for a second.

Mouths part as we fight for air
Soft loving words whispered in eager ears.

The soft siren song of our love, growing louder in our ears
The shiver of heat flows through us, like the rays of the sun in summer or a fire's warmth.
The sudden staccato dance, vision blurred
Faces pressed against shoulders
Muffled cries.

That flash of heat, like brandy on a hot pan
The woosh of flame, as it soars into the sky.

For a moment two souls stepped beyond their vessels and wove around each other
Neither all one spirit nor the other, a merging of the two.
So, when they parted, they each left a piece of themselves behind and borrowed a piece of the other

Then the flame dies down, and two souls return to their bodies
Arms locked tightly against each other.

Soft tentative kisses
Bodies gleam and glisten
Laughter then
Nervous at the intimacy.

Who needs spoken words, when you can speak with Fire?

 

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Written by Twisted_Skald
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