His Fire/Her Desire

Hands shackled,        
eyes blind with a noxious torment        
this true beauty of darkness        
resplendent in a black and blue sea of desire          
dangled on the edge of a chasm, in a mist        
of pleasure and pain          
         
Bewitched by the potency of obscene desire,          
he claimed her ... with the fury of a werewolf      
transforming under a full moon,          
penetrating  her ...with the explosive power      
of a gunshot at the start of a race        
         
Eyes at half mast ... back arched ...        
the scent of abandonment … the sultry sounds          
of her moans … the begging for release          
ignited a hunger, a deep primitive yearning          
he could no longer contain        
         
At that point, all thought became superfluous but one …          
         
his fire          
            was          
                   her desire        
         
~WW