Fire and Ice
Nov 26 2021
I'm not sure about this sensation,
cool on the tongue
fire up my spine
hands lightly touching.
So bright I'm blinded,
and the rush of blood
and racing heart
and ice beginning to thaw,
flooding me
with the sweetest water
imaginable.
Even the scent
of sinful flesh
that threatens to overwhelm.
Am I intoxicated
or simply short of air,
my breath quickening
when I'd rather breathe deep and slow?
Sleep, says a voice
through the pulsing blood,
as a warm hand
strokes my head
and another gently cradles it.
Have my eyes drifted shut
or am I simply content not to look?
When my ears burn hot
and the sweat pours off
and I am caught by a thrill of surprise,
her soft wet lips
brushing lightly against
my hot flushed skin.
I came close to death
but now I live,
greedy and giving and full.
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