I run my hands over the contours of your body

Heat gathering beneath my fingertips

Electricity flowing between us like a firestorm

Anticipation growing with every touch

Building to a point beyond endurance

And each of us struggling to make it last

To hold off that moment of ultimate fulfillment

Until, at last, it bursts upon us like a wild fire

And we both, willingly, go up in flames

Terri Lyn Stanfield


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