The Flames in the Heart

Their weapons drawn

Fallow, yet gleaming,

The Knights of love

Search the streets

Of passion: each looking

For his lady elite

To douse the flames of their heat

Carried through the travails

Of conquests past

Seeking fresh pastures

Of flourishing pleasure

Dressed in silken robes

Like the nobility treasure

To spew the seeds of passion

At their will and leisure

Landing in the midst

Of rapturous nubile feast

Spreading their legion

From far west to the east

All this to sate, their insatiable beasts!

The Desire to Taste

Her teasing

Sent pulsations

Never felt before

Stoking passions

Dormant for ages

To erupt

The hunger was mutual

And the desire to taste

The nectar of creation!

But never in haste

While seeking the other

But the minutes flew

Leaving one hard

And the other, moist

Enabling greased motions

Within saturation

The fullness of the moon

Witness to yet another

Release of pent up passion

In unison. Blissfully.