I need to write
you a love poem.
Not with
chocolates and roses.
But with heated passions
and intensity.

So intense you
Will need to sit down
As you read it.
So strong it
burns with passions.
Causing your face to blush
In secret thoughts.
Thoughts that slow
the time to a crawl
Before you will
share your bed
with me
once more.

Words that tug
at your clothes
Like an ardent lover.
Words that will
leave us as naked
as newborns.
Burning in fires
That are as
old as time itself.

When you read it.
You will be standing
at the edge
of a pit of flame
so dangerous you will
hold me in an
embrace so hard
just to survive.
so that we do not
fall into its
raging inferno below.