SPARKS
the oak logs crackle fire pops and sizzles...
they sit.... close.... touching.....
warmed.... by each other and the fire
a look ... a caress....
the contact increases a kiss ... an embrace the warmth feels right.....
the fire burns
touching.... exploring senses heighten.....
sighs prevail....
skin moistens
the room glows ....
with flashes of light as the fire illuminates the intertwined lovers whose passion sparks a fire of its own
his hand strokes her face.... and trails her body like a slow curling vine.....
touching those places as only he can she softly smiles and closes her eyes....
longing for more SPARKS......
he tastes...... she hungers breaths become shallow but quick she gently stokes and feels his warmth increase as she lets him know she's ready for all that he offers.....
flames burn brightly.... varying hues the lovers match the intensity......
the warm red.... the hot blue....
incessant heat...
gasps.... murmurs of pleasure.... deep sighs they reach the apex of their loving .... together still intertwined .... still impassioned....
the fire no less intense....
but as the flames die down and cool they release each other......
but continue to touch....
to need the closeness to need the sparks....
the fire of passion...
that still burns oh so brightly....