Touch of wanton desire

Oh, my lovely poetess, how I envy
your volatile ways. Perhaps you like to play
with others better than with me, daring me
to chase you around the way you do,
always playing hard to get.

Just know this: when I finally get my hands
on your lovely curves and endless lines,
it will be a passionate affair. Hot and dirty
like ardent sex, two beautiful women
twisting & turning on sheets of parchment.

And oh, how I will write you,
my capricious one.I will write you
with trembling hands and spill your essence
upon my fingertips as my creamy
thighs glisten by candle light.

I will claim you as poetic lust;
as I claim spires of flame
for we are inferno, women of fire.
When I watch you burn slowly out
knowing you will slip away once more,
I smile...

Poetry is a beautiful woman and she
has stolen my heart.