Flickering Flame

The trips I take
down your nape
are thrilling dear
when you're near
get a burst
of lust's thirst
touch of hair
erotic there
lifting it high
sensuality cry
exposing neck 
a loving trek
breath hung
inspired tongue
each flick
candlestick
warmth erratic.
Damn, climatic!

Del Cano 2004-June