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