Thread: Shameless Ardor

The soft brush of fingers against my cheek
Sends a brief wave of heat to my toes.
A soft burning in my core begs to be stroked,
To be coaxed into a raging flame.

My cold ashen features portray inanimation,
Only the promise of scorching heat imitates life.
A melodious sigh exhaled from chapped lips,
Escapes into the silent presence of need.

A saccharine warmth invaded my essence,
Forced through a captured mouth that is mine.
The quiet burning of my core
Ignites to an incinerating passsion.

Another's touch brings color to my skin,
And an affirmation of life.
The eagerness to sastify is quelled by attainment,
The knowledge of love.

This is my latest poem. Hopefully I'll recieve good criticism.