Breathing Fire

Breathe deeply
Breath slowly goes…
Hot burning tendrils wrap
My intricate curves in intoxicating wonderment.
I am lost to the moment.

Fire escape lips
Massaging tightened skin
Sequester impatient tendencies.

Lost in the misty forest
Raindrops are my leaves
I am the tree that
Grows

Misty fingers possess my fiery temper
Lost among the sleeves
Wrapped in orgasmic wrath
I know not what I do
Titillating sensations wrack my body
Convulsions overturn logic
I am the sex of my species.

Derived from the beast
Borne of the heat
I am the Succubus that rests on your shoulder.

Breathe me in
You will choke
Turn away my advances
You will never feel the same again.

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Ever get an idea fopr a poem in the strangest place, and can't write down anything? Well, "Breathing Fire" constitutes just such a scenario. Written after one of my hot showers, which is my way of relaxing, and it is not about sex, much to the disenchantment of my friends, the poem wasn't about sex!!!! But I love these guys anyway: Erin, Brent, Sarah, and Chrissy. :-)

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