Flaming Love In* Passion Poem by James McLain

White hot comes to you do wail flailing
gnashing of those teeth tongue you
bite to still a muffled sob.
A dropp of blood you taste inside your
cheek whispers breath the shean of
sweat it listens on the moon of eyes
the shaking of a toe.
Streanth once had is bleeding out as
metals precious hold would you yet
knowing now when deed is done
there's no going back for you.
Flame of passion white hot spell
on you.