Take these lies

George Michael - Freedom

All the while the kettle boils
Heat inside burring
To the steam
Building
Simmering
Waiting only for release

Lips burning
Only moments away from
The consuming touch
In a distance unbearable

So it goes

Heaven
Waits for only an advance
Minuscule

Her retreat only builds
The heat
Of the moments
Interpose

Till the collapse
Of one into
The other
The burning contact
Tension expelled
In the moment
For the moment
The burning caress
The pull
The press
Of one to the other
Where
The moment
Is the now
The burning
Is the now

Kiss so burning
So bright
So right
Consuming
As they travel
From the devouring
Messages
Unspoken
Down
Forever down

To places of pleasure
Unspoken
Yet so desired
To be contacted
By the
Burning touch

Finally
Freedom
In his advance
Timed
Measured
Her head arched
As her body relented
The release
To touch
Where she had so long desired
Yet so long prevented
Till he
With gentle kiss rising
Touched
The kettle's boil
Greeted
By the arching pleasure
Of her head
Longing

Take these lies
And make them true
Somehow