Incarnation of Fire

Your supple motios cast as spell speaks with my hands that devour you. I caress, embrace and taste your hypnotic shape such graceful symmetry possesing my grasp. Incarnation of fire... A prisoner isnide myself to the end I scream my mysery I strip away your veils and descend to sensuous pleasures. I hid my anxious thoughts and reveled in your touch the velvet skin of your back reveals the tiger's glare. Hours flew as seconds through burning eyes of desire I long for your beauty incarantion of fire.