Fire In The Heart Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Fire In The Heart



Midnight is blowing her hair in the eyes of doves as the night moon whispers her name for the Milky Way to orchestrate love's rhapsody.

With the persuasion of his kisses, her flesh is flowing with artic boils of lava as the wind captures his heart.

Radiant and adorned with the majestic legs of her beauty, the sea explodes into his flesh with pearls of diamonds.

The violin plays the fire in the heart with the melodies of her movements as she corrupts his rain with her voice.

Telling stories with her poetic touches, the lilies of the sapphire ice creates a whirlwind on her curves of destiny.

Surrendering her wages of love with his smooth skin of words, the darkness loses its composure and the climax of her flesh erupts.

The mountains disappear as she arrives on the pinnacle of his throttle without the substance of her deity.

His fire in the heart echoes the lips of her moist condensation as he ascends the clouds with her insatiable delights.

The stars descend to the earth to capture her inescapable array of walks that define her anatomy of priceless ways of torture.

She plays the piano with her heartbeat and the keys danced on the fire of his kisses as the pool of her lust performed.

Seduced with her musical prowess, his storms of life ends on the island of her fruits with his fire in the heart.

Written by

Theodore Mosley
June 24,2016

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 16 February 2017

Wages of love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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