Old flame

CARMINE,
the color I see is desire, flooded by rolling
waves of passion that crash behind my eyes.
Smells of ocean sands and
salted waters reach my nose,
 
As Her heat is pressed hard against me
Sending torrents of pleasure trembling through My body.
 
A breathy moan cooling my ear,
neck, cheek, and mouth
as sweet waters
kiss my lips.
her tongue dancing with mine
syncretizing too rhythmic movement of our bodies.
 
shadows play off her delicate features
as she rise's and falls on my body grinding her heat into my bones.
 
My skin bubbling as she
press her body against me
wrapped in depressed flames
she consumes my every breath
as her mouth closes over mine
 
 Despondent
The color of my inclination
 Ice flooding our body’s
Cooling my veins
 Smothering her flame.
 
   Finished.