Incineration

The hands that held my bony structures

The fingers that moulded unto my skin

The moist lips that held me captive

Touching this tear-drenched flesh

Through my ebony strands it caressed

Down my pointed chin

Sending a soft whisper

A melody of our sin.

Those eyes it gazed and it stared

Melting my own glimpse

Burned with its flare

Wanting, longing I could hear you confess

Without your lips parting

Warm, inviting, teasing with threat

A smile curved on your mouth,

Romancing.

The touch that sent my blood cascading,

Enticing.  07/31/08