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Flames Of Desire

Thought I'd have a quiet evening
I was relaxed, at ease within
Hope of Love was a distant feeling,
'cause, I've learned to keep it in.

But the taste of some Chardonnay,
with a few stogies in between
For sure would help to ease the pain,
would keep the dreary blues away.

The band got started on a love song
but I didn't care for it at all.
True love forever lasts, they sang.
Maybe it does, but I don't recall.

It's burned my soul down into ashes,
the heart is cold and desolate.
What's left behind is constant yearning
But there's no fuel left for burning.

When unexpectedly deep within me,
no roaring fire, no blinding flash.
But like a hand clad in velvet
giving a touch of soft caress.

Could feel it growing up my spine
as pulsating shocks in a wire
Could it just be the sweet red wine
or was it Flames of hot desire?

I turned my head to look around me
if my condition someone saw
A pair of eyes seemed to have noticed
We were now looking eye to eye

An angels face, why so familiar?
I almost felt an urge to enquire
where we've met or seen each other.
Was this the source of the burning fire?

Now, I'm no novice poker player,
I know when to hold and when to fold
Can read a face like written pages
from the youngster to the old.

But this one sure was vastly different
No batting eye, no raised up brow
such cool demeanor, so confounding
This body language I don't speak or know.

I was not prepared for what was coming,
didn't see it for what it was
But I knew I wasn't ready
to let my feelings out, because

I've been on fire with desire
and then rejected and cast off
Like being burned alive and tortured
and being thrown out like a scoff.

Now, this feeling was something different
It made me shiver with delight
At that moment I lost all judgment
But was still keeping up the fight

If I stay I'll loose the battle.
Recalled a flame from long ago
With hot blood running through my veins
I finally decided to get up and go.

Climbing upstairs changed the scenery
I felt again I was on level ground
But then I saw she was right behind me
Realized that I had been found.

Oh the ravenous look she gave me!
I was again at war within
This time I could not keep on fighting
I knew this battle I could not win.

She called out loud 'where are you going'?
'What's your name? Let's have some wine'
She stroked my hand, her face was glowing
An invitation I could not decline

Our bodies touched so briefly, softly
no words were spoken, moment divine
Her eyes were pleading for affirmation
Please don't leave me, be mine tonight!

Seduced at once, no doubt about it
I could not tell even where I was
Completely powerless before her
My brain was at a total loss

'The fire is hot', my mind was saying
'you should not touch it, you'll burn again! '
it kept on nagging, 'quit your playing,
just get out 'cause, remember when…?

Though the numbness of long lost passion
was still so fresh I could touch the scars,
perhaps as balm to soothe the anguish
made me reach out and defy the alarms.

I never knew true sense of ardor
until her hungry soul I felt within.
Likewise lost in a world of torment
She didn't show it, but I could feel it still.

No words were needed, just the essentials
Two hearts converse in silent terms,
what was said seemed inconsequential
when mutual feelings are confirmed.

Communication in body language
by those who see it, is understood.
I beheld a soul so tender, raged
With empathy my heart did flood.

An angels face, so frail and delicate
I wonder what her maker thought
A creation so in tune with splendor
a making so in beauty caught.

But later when in my arms I hold
and making Love to her, I hear
out of nowhere, a quiet whisper
Just be gentle, she's made of gold.

Deep down inside, my soul's been longing
A flickering flame known as desire
Deepest dreams that yearned to realize
were fanned by the hope into a fire.

Now it burns so hot I can not touch it
The feelings I've tried to quench before,
smothering all that kept it burning.
But the fruit of love I've tasted once more!

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