bodies snake-coiled

heat of passion glistens

hardening flesh

morals disheveled

clothes strewn about

symphonic three-way thresh

scratches light

tongues ignite

wet with delight

the air grows heavy

thick, dewy folds

pierced by phallus’ warm and cold

pulses surge

razor-sharp edge

moans tumble

fingers fumble

whose is whose

you choose

bites under breaths

coming in sets

tenderness marked

fire licks wax

dripping seared tracks

the fuse is sparked

the edge shatters

starbursts scatter

bedposts clatter

chest is heaving 

Holy Fuck, seething

crimson lips drip aglow

cool air soothes

kisses to rekindle

fingers trace to and fro

lust again smolders

flame passes, new holder

two more to go.