Lust swirls off us
as fog over the lake
passion ignites with chaste kiss
clothes burn away
the heat of us an inferno
unable to cool it down
no want to turn to ice
only need of the flames
licking our bodies
scorching our minds
there is no pain
only pleasure is felt
this our private play
here where rage and lust
intermingle, one in the same
bodies broken, bruised
uncaring, ready for more
handprints seared
upon the body and mind
words spoken under the cover of the stars
shown to stand true
under the burning of the sun
no longer are we
two thieves in the night
the edifice we created
crumbled before us
showing all who we are