Feeling My Fire
Feeling My Fire
The flames of my desire…blaring…blazing…and consuming
Scotching…roasting…and I'm not boasting
Hot flames dancing and arousing
I'm on fire…burning with a yearning
Can you feel my inferno?
Sleeping with strangers…while making enemies
Playing in someone's backyard…with no disregard
Should have been hard
But getting with their mate…should have been a mistake
But it was a consensual…casual dating
A casual slaying
All because of a casual conversation…a word exchange…of erotica
Without argument and judgment
They were expressing themselves
My fire was enticing…making her wet…and not from sweat…it kept her moist
Under my shorts…she felt the strength of my fire
The same size of her foot…was the same length of my magic stick
She gives in for a long while…then she got uncomfortable with it
Because she belong to someone else
Her resisting was short…she was fighting the fight
Feeling my fire…was only taking her higher
She was being pulled and pushed in multiple directions
My erection…was influencing her toward my direction
She was getting attached…I'm everything…he's not
But he has everything I want…her…his wife
Willing to commit adultery…the sinning was pending
The ball was in her court…it was all up to her
So I waited for her…lustfully…and poetically
And the plight of her flight…kept her coming back…most nights
To feel my fire…that took her higher
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