the dance has started <br />as the moth draws itself. <br />flutter around my heat... <br />move closer to that which you desire <br />come to me. <br />pulse in my flame. <br />bring your passion. <br />in me, fill your soul need. <br />caressing your every move <br />I respond with heat <br />I watch <br />every shudder and lick <br />swaying to you <br />I am hot enough to melt desire. <br />my touch will leave wings singed... <br />but no longer throbbing.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flame-for-the-moth/
