Moths
drawn ever forward
to the flickering flame.
Blinded by passion's light
as the hot heat beckons.
The need, burning in their soul
and the hunger
growing with every fleeting touch
of their lacey wings.
I feel their desire
when I look into your eyes.
Their depths calling for me
to reach into them and become lost.
Delicious is the taste of this yearning
as anticipation fills me with raging calm.
Eternity is but a touch away.
Are you as ready, as willing as I
to begin the dance with passion's flame.
