The naked heat in a glance
That promises redemption,
Salvation through the intensity
Of our limbs entangled

The bared temptation in a look
Meant to invite, inspire, invest
Without the crude intrusion of words

The sensuous seduction of a sigh
Of an inaudible murmur
That shoots straight to your loins
And sets you ablaze.

Sealed with a kiss,
A tongue flicked against the
Salty skin of your neck,
The tase of your pulse against my lips

I want you.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 427 AF.