If you leave a flower,
in the desert,
she will thirst,
and climb to any water,
because living is first,
Incinerating everything,
and blistering HOT,
an unquenchable fire,
dying and fraught,
uncontrollable desire,
rages in skin,
frantic for touch,
it cannot be a sin,
this fiery demand,
a need to drink in,
Essential for life,
and more than a want,
left here alone,
you sadly still taunt,
Me from far away,
it burns me the hottest,
in a crazy high lust,
a passion ignited,
it's this or it's bust,
A willing sacrifice,
is something I ought,
it turns me to glass,
a fire that burns this hot.
Cherie Nolan © 2017
Just sayin..I've added a bit because I felt the first didn't sound right! Any thoughts? Thanks poets ❤❤❤