My aching flesh
Handprints on me are reddish
Your blanket of fire
Cold silk expose desire
Pressed against you to learn
How slow and heavy we burn

breyes

Of the Flesh

I love the slow smoldering sensuality of this.  Well said!

Perfectly baked
like this sensuous cake
but the hunger gets worse..
Bala

"How slow and heavy we burn."

This is so gorgeously sultry. x

Nothing burns here dear without concern! I care when others swear.

Your blanket of fire
Cold silk expose desire....
So beautiful written poet beyond words...