I must burn
c. 2002, Miriam M. Wynnyou incite me,
the fuel to my fire you burn me deep,
and in your eyes I find the things I most desire -
cruel and sweet,
your grip upon my skin leaves me
scalding, panting, twisting like taught ropes
against trussed wrists.your lips scrape ferocious paths across my back;
and you leave me squirming,
your teeth indenting me with unrepentant mark after mark;
you make me scream,
and in response you only sigh,
a deepened growl to echo the noises
that you yank from me with foul after foul;I cannot stand you,
your mere presence triggers some allergic reaction;
I break into sweats,
the center of my thighs becoming
wet with outrageousness;you throw me down,
you spread me out,
and under your ravenous fingers you make me
itch as if all the lust in me
is dying to get out;and you invade me,
oh how you bait me,
limbs battling, hungry, against one another
and I cannot help it,
could never stop it;you're like a wick,
and I must burn.