A Flame For The Moth

Poem By Eila Mahima Jaipaul

the dance has started
as the moth draws itself.
flutter around my heat...
move closer to that which you desire
come to me.
pulse in my flame.
bring your passion.
in me, fill your soul need.
caressing your every move
I respond with heat
I watch
every shudder and lick
swaying to you
I am hot enough to melt desire.
my touch will leave wings singed...
but no longer throbbing.

Comments about A Flame For The Moth

hi eila I love this one very expressive Poems that are expressing ones true heart feelings are best in my view I have a couple I think you would like Very shakespearan in Nature 'the dance' and 'Pleasures of thy heart' Enjoy them Namaste Peter
It might be a lovely warm feeling before the final burn.


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