The Fire Game
/I miss your touch.
I miss your slow-whispered words.
I burn thinking of you all day and night,
I lost my sleep. The only dream
I have with open eyes is how you wave
like a snake your seductive hips.
I dream about approaching me
with lustful flames in your eyes.
I lost my sleep. I miss
your tempting silhouette,
the sweet scent of your scattered hair,
the shimmer of your inviting legs,
the aroma of the soft sheets.
I want to glide the slow-dancing flames
of my hands, reaching down
to the thirsty wings
of your trembling butterfly.
I miss her seductive fly.
I lost my sleep. I miss
the pleasure to dive
into your hidden paradise.
I want to feel your body moves
like a slow dancing dune.
I miss your silky pulse inside
that drives me wild.
I miss to feel your slow raising fire;
the unconscious gasp
when you get released.
I miss the swirling storm
before the volcano eruption;
that completes me as a desired man.
I still feel on my lips the honey dew
I used to drink.
I want to make your body sing.
I know, the magic is gone.
It was the last night we spent.
Saying nothing, you close the door.
I made a mistake letting you go.
After all, I’m a cracked and a hollowed man.
With other girls, the fire game
will never be the same.
By Petrouchka Alexieva
From: United States