The Fire
By GC
"Caliente ...ohhhhh...laaaaa..."
Our fires burn.
consuming,
and she is hot
my summer gal,
au natural
Wantin' all,
but she cannot know
if my flame is more than show
if I might or might not stay long with her
enamoured with her fevered emanation
Then, chill comes on
with winter moon
harsh winds
freeze and forstall
the consummation
and the knowing
Wind chills out
all of summer’s fire
banking flames;
there becomes hiatus of touch
til chill is done
Starved now for warmth,
immobile, near death,
when suddenly
daffodil poke up
their yellow blossoms cheering
telling what will come
teasing,
playing,
summoning
our lost touches
know now that she is hot
and reincarnate
her fingers now caress
my enflamed skin,
oh joy,
summer's come again
--it's time for fun
and sin
Afire
we are consumed
...ohhhhh...laaaaa..."
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