The World In a Coma

Here’s a little poem a wrote a few years ago, warning *explicit material* lol….

 White Fire

His fingers slide into me,

smooth as glass, moist as dew.

A moan escapes the trappings of my throat,

eyes are misted, lashes wet with tears of pleasure.

He tastes, I shudder,

Tongue flicks, I gasp.

Bodies emanating waves of heat.

We are the sun, enveloped in fire.

I burn, I yearn,

keeps stoking the fire,

Hearts leap out, then back in

screaming for its exhausted satisfaction.

All senses are lost,

all but one

Fireworks bursting inside,

tearing my insides, RED, dripping with their beauty