Stoking The Fire Poem by Joseph Blitch

Unlike any other, I was ever to behold,
The passion fired deep within my soul.
You continually threw wood on the fire.
Your every action increased my desire,

Your cunning measures would stoke it,
Your ensnaring gentle way was my bit.
The sweet nothings whispered in my ear,
Caught off guard, Left me without fear.

Thought I had entered Heaven’s door,
The delight left me wanting much more.
Your gorgeous beauty was not all of it,
Although it did leave my mind in a fit.

Being near, your fragrance filled the air,
Intensifying desire, turn into my snare.
You became more irresistible each day,
In no way could I escape, Try as I may.

It seems there is no good way out for me,
For now I must live my life as it may be.
Enduring life, Keeping an upper chin,
As you continue to stoke the fire within!