Kiss the caldron

In our nature it persists
the tiny lamp
flickers, hidden deep
 day dreaming, so blue it's cone
the heartbeat steady
but always ready for a leap
auburn hair fell on bare shoulders
the purple pros of Jackie Collins
the pulse, a She Devil set a throbbing
torch of ever carried lust
provocation in its drape, a glimpse
a glimpse of milk white thigh
and shadows cast in candle light
the page so badly thumbed
green eyes that said could you succumb
underwear to hold such  treasure
lace the flimsy bridge
one touch to raise the nipples from a slumber
profile, bronze statue so rigid
ever tactile, desire it raised upon a plinth
the bubbling torment
each little step of sex a Michelin gourmet star
the stallion rear and mount
opulence so willingly enjoyed
the magic when you kiss the caldron
 degrees the rise of mercury
how long, how long to reach the boiling point
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Ejaculation blowing like the V               s's mount
its  girth and length so hidden deep
the licking flame around the pot
dancing witches of desire
how strong the spell consumed
the branding iron upon your gland
ignite again, soon to resume