JOE

You have let me caught sight of you
a teasing image of burning desiree
nticingly calling me into my senses
of lucid fancies in the dark

Why have you let me touch fire
when you would not want me to play
the blazing game in the midst
of your figure's torrid flames?

I have warned you not to let me
fall this deep; crash this fatal
Now, what was once serene passion
had become igniting lust

I fancy breathing your breath
and wish to map your frame
with my very hands; my fingers
enveloped in eternal bliss

Let me set you abalze
Light me up my fiery desire
and pleasingly entwine me in
the rage of the dancing fire