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.