Flame~ Co-write with Beginning Poet

Her gentle windswept blonde hair
played around her shoulders,
her eyes watched as if they held
all her secrets, a faint smile teasing
with waiting passion.

It was like watching fire and water
dancing with each other, the purity
flirting with the flame, the flame
rising from the rooted earth, bonding
each breath to the rise and fall of
her breast.

I watch, waiting to hear those silent
words lingering like a secluded chance,
her flames burn me hotter than I can
dream, that urge, that need, desires
waiting to be fulfilled.

Leaning in with a mischievous smile
and a smoky gaze from her crystal
blue eyes, she raked a pleasurable
and painful scratch over his body, her
nails claiming him, release becoming
imminent.

Dripping lust from their souls, in that
heated moment, her kiss, her touch,
was beyond resisting, giving in, their
passion freed, the same passion that
had been ignored, for far too long.