Pyromania
I’ve always liked to play with fire..
Without fear of getting burned..
Damn, when will I learn?
The flame that flickers in your eyes,
Boy, it just might be my demise..
Because I only want to fuel it more,
I want to watch it rise..
I can feel when you’re near
your warmth on my skin,
heating me up, deliciously
the sensation settling in.
The intensity of your element heats up
when my lips touch your neck;
I guess I’ve discovered your hot spot..
Where shall I kiss next?
A blazing trail of kisses,
increases the fire in your hearth..
Hardness in my hand
Dare I say, your girth..
Engulfed in your burning touch,
You could easily set me aflame
Of all the fires I’ve dealt with once before,
yours being the hardest to tame.
But I can always appreciate a challenge,
I’ve never backed down.
To put you out, if needed,
the fire must drown..
I’ve got this wetness between my legs
guaranteed to kill the blaze..
You’re so hot,
I’m so wet,
There could be steam for days..
I always thought when I was younger
That loving fire was just a phase..
But oh dear, how you’ve proved me wrong
Your pyre has me dazed..
I guess that makes me a pyromaniac
and with that,
I am okay…
– Poetic Gawdess
This write is fire! “)
Hehe M.E, I see what you did there. 🙂 Thank you so much!!
xx
~P.G💋
Passionately penned, P.G. A seductive write setting the page on fire my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Damian, my friend, as always you and your comment are much appreciated!
xx
~P.G💋
Love it! I’ll be a pyromaniac with you. Let’s ignite the world! Great poem and super creative.
Keith! LET’S!!! Thank you so much my dear friend.
xx
~P.G💋
Love this. It’s 🔥
Great ink
Hey thanks, I appreciate the read. 🔥
xx
~P.G💋