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

The Neighborhood

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Sex is emotion in motion. – Mae West

sexy 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. 

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