Red hair hangs down,
freshly brushed out,
like curtains covering,
the two dollops of lust
upon her chest.

Pink lips open,
white teeth gleam,
skin tightens
and bumps raise,
as my fingers barely graze.

Hot breath applied to her nape,
causing eyes to close and flutter,
sneaky hands slowly pull sheets,
down, down, down, revealing
breathtaking landscape, ending in pink toenails.

A roaming tongue paints
a picture of passion,
butterfly wings open,
the core of femininity,
exposed, like a jewel.

Approaching deftly,
slowly working the maze
of hot red emotions,
stoking the fire to white hot,
until it threatens violence.

Then with finality,
the flames are extinguished,
nozzled streams at the base,
an explosion taking the fuel
that fed the conflagration.