Delicious delight dove in
sensitive spaces of my skin
usually unseen by eyes
perfect places in between
neverending nightmare and dream
lithe lovely land of sighs
continuosly crept lower still
want weakening my will
erotic electrical desire
bestial burrowing under skin
feverish flame fueled with sin
who will quench the fire?
Nice use of alliteration, and I like the images of "fire beneath...between...unseen". Indeed, our most compelling urge as Ashok said, without which all other points would be moot. That flame you speak of will never be put out for good, but shall always rise up again with a vengeance. Nice passionate piece.
