Home Poem by Crimson Love

Fingers slide,
down an immaculate frame,
Eyes watch,
my thoughts do the same,
Lips quiver, in the heat of such desire,
my lust is burning, no ice could sate this fire,

Every inch your fingers touch,
Scorches my skin,
branding me with your love,
Movement no longer slow,
so much more delibrate,
falling upon anything,
we need but only touch,
perhaps a longing ear,
as moans escape,
the lips I need,
I fall back down,
into this heated embrace,
and lie my ear over,
that in which I took.

'Your heart so much more,
than a simple organ......
it's the very home,
I long to reside in.'