Light the fire

I am not cold

I need mood and tenderness,

Light the fire I am getting undressed

Don’t warm your fingers,

Startle me,

Startle me into love

One more time.

Pay no attention to my whimpering

I am contentedly drowning in your arms

Yes, that finger on my earlobe

Your palm cradling my sacrum

Ignore my sighs and attempts at weeping

It’s only my body rejoicing after the shock

Of your cold fingers now flaming against my nipples

Your lips tantalize me, kiss me, no, don’t kiss me

The fire is burning

I am cold, chills run up my spine

Startle me

Cajole me,

Make me, waste me

Carry me off like a bandit, but for heaven’s sake

Ignore my screaming

I am not cold, your love is about me.

 

lmh. 4/23/16