Passions

Dripping, a burning drop of delight
smoldering, a branded cheek pleasingly pink
 
kissed upon scathing skin
on top we both will win
 
flames lit
flickers felt
 
passions wield
as the
wax melts
 
Drop by drop the heat sinks in
surrounding pleasured felt sin
 
enter the cavern calls
breathless
broken past antiquitous walls
 
long with the night our darkness exudes
stopped between time,
simultaneously concludes