aside the night our bodies scorched the earth – Poetry on Fire series

Sex is emotion in motion. – Mae West

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Right Now by Merrill Robinson from The Black Art Depot

the night our bodies scorched the earth…
by Kendall F. Person 

The fire only tempted my desire
I would have you last  for myself.
If there were lovers before me
then I would put in extra work
to make you scream only my name
with the touch of my skin. 
With the moon light fade
 the sunlight we will not see
but we could not stop
the night passion would scorch the earth.

We move from room to room
intertwined
shouting, moaning, groping
evading the crackling embers even as  the roof catches fire. 
Never do our bodies unbind
At all times, the tremblors never leave you
gasping in a constant state of eruption.
We make our last stand
under the cold waterfall
the last room the fire has not evaded nor conquered. 
Our lives pass before our eyes
only, reliving the past hours of our bodies on fire.
We scream from the pain
when the walls explode from strain
as the fire of our bodies engulfs the house.

But neither would regret 
our last night on earth
when our bodies scorched the earth. 

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47 comments

  1. Uh…I probably should have waited until I was at home to read this! Wow. HOTNESS. By the way, thanks for following my new blog, CREATIVE EXPANSIONS. I hope I won’t disappoint with my humble offerings.

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