Hell

Swirling, twirling
churning and turning,
stalking up
and roughly burning.
Scolding whispers
breathed alive.
like the melted sun,
held inside.
The sunkissed sting,
that is no kiss at all,
but the devil's lips
hot and raw.
Touching and tasting
the body of sin,
leaving a scorching heat
felt within.
Hands of hell
grabbing skin,
burning again and again,
so much pain, in the end.