Untitled Lust

There's nothing like hot,
the taste of fire on your lips,
the sassay of lust
shimmering from my hips.

Barriers are frail
like the silk of skin,
the wisp of a dream
wrapped in carnal sin.

Reach for me on satin
the sheen of lust
clinging to my eyes,
take me if you must.

I fear no fire,
the hazel hues of night
and within my desire
you'll find your delight.