Ablaze

A holy kiss: a phantom chill: a firestorm: a torrid keel. My
Aching flesh, a mountain rush, a field of fey, a spirit flush.
For yonic flame, the brush of art, a web of light, aesthetic
Spark. And perfect pain, a phantom star, a privy heart, a
Passion scar. My fulgent love, a holy kiss, a vision whet,
The ache of bliss. And morning flame, my soft amore, a
Spirit flush, and friction sore. And thus alive, the core ablaze,
A touch of lust, a gust aflame.

A holy kiss: a phantom chill: a firestorm: a torrid keel. My
Perfect heart, a lotic womb, a sketch of love, an omic moon.
And sagic eyes, a yogic chant, the waves of light, a mystic
Pant. My melic love, a fervent arc, a fluid stream, a feral
Lark. And thus alive, the core ablaze, a touch of lust, a gust
Aflame.