She Wants the Sweet Fire
I exist, where your heart fails to resist the lips of love
on the earlobe of your aching beauty and the nipples of your curving needs,
I exist in the circuit of blue veins that circle your flowering soul,
the star that stirs violet sparks in the center of your solar plexus,
I exist in the color of your lust
when your eyes espy the kiss between truth and desire,
I exist when temptation teaches your tears
that your sweetest strength is surviving within the arms of my firm affection,
I exist when the angel in you rises with the ecstacy of phenomenal exertion,
I am alive in the heartbeat of your happiness -
J.A.B.
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