Sex is emotion in motion. – Mae West
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
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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