Crackle, pop, the wood that fuels the fire snaps
It falls to the bottom of the pit
Where I can again hear the coals sizzle
With my desire
My feet start to move
Then my legs
Oh man there my hand goes
Just wishing you were here
I bite my lip till it bleeds
In silence I scream out in pleasure
As I touch the point of ignition
The fire extends through out my whole body
And echo’s into my soul
I cant help myself
This feeling
This need
This desire
I want so badly
My addition
It grows as long as the fire grows
And the fire will grow as long as
My addition needs feeding
..as i touch the point of ignition.. oh man i love how ths is written, the visuals of ths poem..really interesting read nana, well written too word
wow...lol... a very nice poem with very power start...thanks 10
wow, Becca...this is a fantastic write...you said it with a tonne of passion, and kept it steamy, not smutty....love it...great job! !
AWSOME POEM! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
waaa much passion can be seein in your lines.....as other ' s say its not evil.....poetic sizzling desire........sebastine...
Crackle, pop, the wood that fuels the fire snaps It falls to the bottom of the pit Where I can again hear the coals sizzle With my desire A beautiful beginning crackle-pop wood -fuel-fire snaps i like the semblance to sizzling desire great write ++++10 anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who told you it was evil..... ' In silence I scream out in pleasure ' great line...10/10