Hungry Flames 

My heart burns
It knows that another’s touch
will never suffice
You have branded my soul 
and I will always yearn for you

I long for the fire
that consumes what it touches
Render me as nothing more than ash
I will drift with the wind,
contented in the memories of your heat.

Your lips beckon me
It is not the slide of your tongue
against my skin which has seduced me,
but the weight of your words
in my heart.