• Brutal Wings Beat
    A Torrid Affair
    Sweat beads
    Hair clings
    Arms wrapping tight
    clinging through the sweltering night
    forbidden lust shadowing
    over pearl white

    Scruples pull
    Insecurities tug
    Sweetness releasing
    Silence resounding
    Awkwardness inside forever pounding.

    Fevers burn and Chills wrack
    Lust Clouds and Fogs
    No turning back

    Moans give way to tears
    Then tension fraught air
    In A moment of Weakness
    Hormones bind
    Like friendship of the falsest mind

    With a cry
    Bondage dissolves
    A silence of the Loudest kind
    Coming to being
    before cleared eyes

    Rippling out
    The stone is thrown
    The die cast
    Tears fall and Loss resumes as Time takes past

    A sweltering room
    Steamed air
    A moment of pleasure
    A lifetime of pain
    The worst being
    No one but self to blame

    No
    A hard word to say
    But worth the effort
    To avoid such pain

    A Torrid Affair
    A blasphemous rite
    For shivers of delight which climb the spine
    Quickly take leave given a moments time
    Breath Will Calm
    Shakes Will Stop
    But give in to Passion
    And you'll fall hard from the top

    Heat and Steam
    Feeling so nice
    Always prepare for the turn
    from intense pleasure
    To pain, loss, and spite

    No Torrid Affair
    Is worth such a risk
    Take Heed not chances
    And Ignore the warmth
    For it is too much to lose
    for a simple ride upon a "disco stick".