A storm of passion
infuses within their loins.
Their candle-light compassion
twirls their souls
like giddy tongues.
Blood and blood boiling.
His lips and her fingertips
aggravate lusty hips.
Their solid selves beg for more than this.
Melissa Hurst
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-eternelle-idole/