Flame Of His Kisses Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Hearing the night call his name underneath the breath of her body she submerges into his dreams.

Lost in the aroma of his touches she dances on the infrared system of his drowning words.

The flames of his kisses burned the desires of her body with sensual fluids of ecstasy.

Screaming for the explosion of his name she encounters the sheets of his bed with untold fires.

Drenched in the anatomy of his movements she hears the sound of his flesh imposing her thoughts.

The volcano erupted and the lava of his touches brought her into dimensions of speeches.

His flames of kisses surrounded the ocean in her eyes as the night whispered her name.

Caught on a magic carpet ride in her mind of intense heat he surveyed her curves with his genealogy.

Listening for the sound of love she escaped reality with his affections of poetry in motion.

Dancing on the iceberg of his sweat she arrives on the solitude of his confinement.

Day has become night and night has become day with the flames of his kisses.

Written by Theodore Mosley
February 9,2017