Slow Burn

A phantom touch,
A breathless kiss.
A heart's blood rush,
A light filled bliss.

An ache of need,
A swell of fire,
Dew starts to bead,
Passion crests ever higher.

A stroke of breath,
A sting of pain,
The little death,
No lie to feign.

A gasp in awe,
A lick of heat,
The limits rubbed raw,
A startled skipped beat.

A finger drawn line,
Body's contours' a map,
Succulence on which to dine,
A destined ringing slap.

A pulse, charged ice,
The graze of a bite,
Struck once, then twice,
Sensations blaze bright.

Lusts intoxicate,
A plush of lip,
A will to bait,
A thirst quenching sip.

A pull 'gainst restraint,
A choke upon trust,
Plump swells to paint,
Depths plundered, lengths thrust.

Limits pushed, and pushed again,
Boundaries all but erased.
Stroke of lash like stroke of pen,
Can mark deep yet fulfill but a taste.