Flame On

This is a collaboration I did with a poetic friend of mine. I hope you enjoy! :)


NP:
Playing with fire.....
Was always a cautionary tale.....
Took heed religiously....
Except.....
When playing by himself....
Or better yet.....
Another Aries.....

Fire begets fire....
And the Aries flame begets desire...
Smoldering smoke.....
Transforms into an inferno....
Because they both know....

Only in each other's presence can they stand toe to toe....
Take it fast or take it slow....
While others may just wilt in the heat....
That fellow Aries intensifies the glow....

It was there when they first looked...
It was there when hands first shook...
It was there when baritone spoke name...
And sweet soprano did same....
Flame on....

CP:
Nothing compared to another Aries' touch,
No other sign could ever be enough.
Naturally creating a sensual inferno when the two meet,
Makes every joining of their bodies oh so sweet.

Outsiders looking in can't even begin,
To realize the complexity,
The longevity,
Of this rare and unique occasion.
Outsiders looking in can't even begin,
To imagine the desire,
That's naturally wired to make temperatures climb higher.

One Aries is enough for any situation,
But two Aries is enough to drive the two of them past the point of desperation,
To be near one another,
Conjugated like no other...

Fueling the fire from deep within,
A battle they knew they could never win.
The flames creep ever so stealthily,
Posing as though it was a soothing medley.
This medley however,
Did not fool the two,
They knew exactly,
What it planned to do.....
Flame on.....

NP:
Never played with fire....
Because he was always serious business....
When the business was pleasing his Aries companion....
The uninitiated always speak of great stallions....
Until exposed to the passion of a Ram....
The euphoric state they are left in....

The true intensity is always held back....
Less the lesser sign might just incinerate....
From the heat of that touch...
The slow caress of a face....
Tongue tracing every curve and savoring the taste...

But with her....
No holds were barred.....
It was written in the springtime alignment of stars....
The time of our birth.....
But our season's year long....
Because the fire's never extinguished...
The flame is forever on....

The only thing he would rush...
Is her heartbeat from his touch....
From fingertips that expertly read her responses.....

Knowing just when and where to brush her so lightly....
As well as when to grasp firm so the sheets she'd grasp tightly....
Touching her in places only she knew existed.....
Every movement had meaning....
No action was wasted....

CP:
Never taken for granted,
The way he makes her feel,
The way he’s memorized every curve,
Every line,
Every movement that makes her spine,
Arch into unnatural proportions.

But these pleasures were graciously returned,
As she knew just how to,
Set every nerve ablaze,
She never ceases to amaze.
With every tongue stroke she,
Strives to satisfy every need,
No chocolate left behind….

The taste of his lips,
The grind of her hips,
The light brush of his fingertips,
The precision of her grip,
Are things that only begin to describe,
What is already scribed,
Deep within their souls.

Before the beginning it was there.
From the moment their eyes met,
They could see the flare.
All surrounding spectators suddenly,
Felt the thickening of air.
For the joining of two Aries is the equivalent,
To the release of nuclear warfare……

NP:
A war without casualties...
Just keeps them weak in the knees...
With cravings for more....
Each other they'll adore....
As well as endure.....
The 3rd degree burns...

Intensified....
By heart shaped mushroom clouds...
No heartbreak allowed....
For their hearts and spirits are always entwined....
Like the curved arch of sweat soaked spines....
Or simply Intense conversation that elevates their shared mind....
Aries knows...
To flame on....
When Aries is the answer to the question....
What....is YOUR sign....?

~~~Cocoa Penstress/Nathan P. (c)04/2014