Where is the one to douse the fire
as the passion rises waiting to ignite?
It simmers and smolders and twists and turns
longing for his touch to set it alight.
How can one control sensations that explode into flame
to make the skin burn with anticipation,
the mind spin with lustrous thoughts of its quenching
and the body ache for its satisfaction.
Come quick loved one, come douse this fire
the ever rising torrent of passion refusing to subside
her lust filled, yearning body calls
this time
demanding she not be denied.
© Embeth Nov.01
(The Arousal revamped for Poetry Circle)
