by Sophie Reicher
(01/16/08)

He tasted like the sun,
and burned like fire.
And I, beneath the relentless hegemony of his touch
smoldered as I drank him in --
every breath
every gasp
every moaning cry
carving itself a place
in the spaces between our heated flesh
where our hearts didn't know how to beat
and our hands and hips held a rhythm of their own devising.
When he drove me back
into that most secret recess within myself,
blistering down upon me,
taking what was his alone to claim
muscles writhing beneath skin
made liquid with the sweat
and hunger of our joining,
I became like fire too
and ran across his skin:
an inferno.

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