Unfinished No End

His skin on mine ignites
The flame of indiscretion unites
A past love unfinished no end
Moroccan spices exotic blend

His body so strong and robust
The passion of sin full of lust
Temptation unable to resist
He slides his hand I cannot desist

His mind once free from scandalous desire
The chemistry sparks a ravenous fire
The heat protrudes the layers of my heart
Our bodies infused the wanting now starts

Moist and burning sensation he craves
The touch he can no longer refuse he stays
The fight he gives up for pleasure arrives
Pulsating rhythms extreme sexual drives

There’s no point fighting such powerful desire
A natural force from a place much higher
Electrifying energy from the touch of his skin
On my naked body the intensity begins

The magic our bodies know so well
Time passes yet we commence from our previous farewell
It’s like the touch was never meant to fade
Perhaps our love story is yet to be made

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2008 MCARB