It is possible I suppose to make love, just with the eyes. Just for two lovers in silent awe to become so engrossed in the beauty of their love that they ultimately create spontaneous combustion.
Spontaneous Combustion by M.A.Meddings
This fire
Overwhelms us
Beautifully
As our eyes meet
In burning desire
It holds us both
Transfixed
As moths to a flame
In this mutual watching game
You on me I on thee
And in silent awe we seek
What our eyes provide
Afraid to speak
For fear of spoiling
These precious moments
And we go on
Yearning
Burning
Longing to touch
In gentle adoration
Your splendid breasts heaving
As this tempestuous conflagration
This sensual adulation
Takes us over
Silent lovers
There is no release
No escape nor hiding
As our eyes do their bidding
Make love to me say thine
How I want to say mine
Touch me in your dreams
hear my gentle screams
Of ecstacy
Dont stop my darling
Just watch
Just see how I burn
Watch how I move and turn
And how our eyes explorate
This mind game
Conflagration
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 13:30
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