Simmering

"Just can't get enough Paparazzi"

Figures outside
Sheltering shadow
Pulse of
Bombasting beat
Drive to
Begin
A
Mad dance
Rhythm primal
Matches
Pulsing flex
Of the savage heart
Thighs bend
Hips shake
To the quake
Within
Reflecting heat
Boiling core below
Passion desperate
Building
Simmering
Longing for release

Longing want resides
Dark eyes shine
Half open
The visible line
Of passion
Burning
He moves
Closer
Friction unseen
Sparks sensitive skin
Before fingers begin
The pulsing trace
Across
Small of her back
Pulling in
Building the simmering
Longing for release

The sideways dance
Morphs into
The front
The back
The up
The down
Pressing soft
Into the
Hard desperate dance
Building the simmering
Longing for release

Her lips
Dripping passion
So full
So ripe
Beckon
The killing contact
Shocking succulence
Pulling in
Advancing
Fevered kisses
Continue
Consume
Ignite
Passions inferno
Building the simmering
Longing for release

Dancing hands
Explore
Silent singing of dancing tongues
Til
Seething boiling caldron of passion
Simmering building
Longing for release

His hands rise
The gentle trace
Across  
The proud, haughty
Soft, gentle,
As expectant as they are impatient
Melting conform to his hand
Gentle rise
Against
Cries for my touching
Gentle pull
Unbridled
His lips begin
The gentle kiss
The tickling trace
Below
The dancing circle
The heated breath
Proceeds the arrival
Lost in the fog
Her head leans back
 Longing for release

Rising heat
Drips passion
From burning kisses rise
Desperate to be consumed
Simmering