Florida's Foreverly Shores
Consumed By The Fire Of Desire
~Marge Tindal~ 1999
When all pretense has fallen away,
and I stand naked with desire,
will you still want me, as before,
when the flames leaped from the fire?
The fire still warm from the embers,
give off a special glow.
Naked desire will fan them
and the fire we will again know.
Hold me close and love me,
do not let me go.
The flame of desire is burning
hotter than we both know.
Burned by the fires of passion,
seeking to explore.
My love come to me,
I promise you the fire
is even hotter than before.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~