Flesh burned hot like coals now cools. Sweat glistens along arms, thighs, and body curves like freshly gathered dew. Feet dance beneath sheets as silk and skin sing in a chorus of whispers. Fingers clasp. Eyes glaze from lust like frost on winter's window. Sighs, giggles; the symphony of fool's gold of the heart that is lust.
Flesh burned hot like coals now cools. Rustling sheets groan as the twin backed beast idles. Mumbles of promised need, of forever's greed, of the manly chariot's speed echo in the hearts and hopes of lovers.
Flesh burned hot like coals now cools. Skin slides like ice against ice as bodies harden in a glacial freeze. Words like a whip's lash sear the heart flesh, tearing, rending and bleeding love. Sheets of satin whine as bodies like Biblical waters part. Tears and fears bleed into pillow cases like a child's dream.
Flesh burned hot like coals now cools. Fingers like snakes coil around a fleeing arm. The bed creaks like a haunted step until the specter of loneliness rises from the sheets. Flesh remembered like a forgotten poem touches one heart, even as the thunder of a slammed door warns of life's impending storm.
Flesh burned hot like coals now cools...