Born of the stirrings that live in us


Aflame

I saw him yesterday, saw his eyes
something in me stirred, a longing
Oh My! Had not such feelings receded
my eyes watered with desire
Eyes closed, lips parted, wetted
I felt him then, felt his touch
were not such thoughts sinful
Oh My! I shall surely burn in hell
But wait, am i not burning
Flames licking deliciously at me
flames of .......Shhh! Not too loud!
Yes indeed, flames of lust.



Poetry by Kat
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Written on 2006-02-02 at 11:01

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Love the way you word your poems.
Liz.
2006-02-03


Mono Qu
wonderful piece Kat..
..the burning flame of seldom revealed lust..quite impressive use of humour..
how so familiar!!!
Rgds Q.
2006-02-02


kip
...they light without burning,
the flames of raging passion that
consume the depth of our being,
and as we succumb to them every so oft,
the flames rage more,
the fire roars,
as the conjoint race heads for the finish, then...collapse...

...lovely write, so real, so ideal, so familiar...
2006-02-02