warm
Passion’s Pyre
Music pounded above the chatter
the beat louder than the melody
but she swayed to it.
Downing her whiskey in a chug
she rose from the table
and danced to the center of the writhing bodies.
Surrounded on all sides
she twirled her lithe form
like a lustful seductress.
Sex filled the air as she danced.
Warm, liquid, and kinky.
Begging behind the bars of it’s cage.
His electric touch summoned her.
The promise of fulfillment
on his velvet lips.
Pulled into a dark room
She tasted the sweet liquer
Of his passion.
Wrapped about his waist
he pounded at her chains
and she moaned for freedom.
Her nails dug into his shoulders
Desperate to hold on
Drawing a groan from him.
Sweat beaded on their foreheads
Its scent beneath the musk of need
And in a cry they succumbed.