Passion on fire

I need to write you a love poem
My love.
Not Maytime and roses or lilacs in bloom.

But raging with heated passions
and darkest desires.

so much so that as you read it.
It will slow down time
to a motionless crawl
dragging out the seconds
Until you can return to my bed.

Filling your thoughts
with fire and blood red lust.
As dangerous as the charging rapids
of the mountain streams
after the winter snow melts.
as hot as the erupting lava of volcano.

So intense it burns away all propriety
As we feast on its wild ancient flavors.
So encapsulating
upon reading its words.
You will unfasten your hair

upon your shoulders
as you drop everything else in life
and run to me.

And when we again meet
No words
No words
No words
Let's not waste our breath
on words