Nothing more than feelings!

Like a rebel, a rogue, those wretched feelings they only grow. 

Thrusting, toeing...soaked in pleasure;

they fill our nights in myriad colours - a drop of scarlet, hot and bothered,

and a blush of pink, bearing a trail of fingers caressing skin.

Reassuring, tormenting, gently pushing, and gently prodding, 

in whispers they move, knowing well that every second is agonizing. 

Numb now, bolder then, parched with frenzy, they fight their way. 

Anguished with desire, trembling and shuddering they stay. 

They dance the perfect dance, jive to lilt; flap and tilt.

With them we move, gently rising.
Like leaps of fire, exuberant,
they enrapture you and me.

In our moments of quietness,

they lie still between us.

And then, when we are apart,
they pull us closer with their despairing chords.
throbbing in our veins like exquisite pain.
They lift us, wrapping us in...Oh those feelings within!