Her to His Flame: Cessation

 

  

Without Make-up, my love? 

How would you like it? 

What shall I shear away? 

  What is it 

That I should say? 

  Maybe whisper, breath in your ear? 

My secrets? 

Would that satiate you at all, 

  If I were to give you those? 

What else, 

  Shall I enroll

To chip away at those cracks, ready to run? 

Shall I blindfold you up from

Behind? 

and still shelter your eyes, 

  while my heart pulses against your neck? 

  Holding my breath, while I slide my face to your cheek...

From behind, senses blind...

  and simply kiss your neck. 

Don't you love the tease? 

Is it my heart, you might prefer? 

  and how shall

I render it yours then? 

What need 

  do you have for it, or me? 

or to mildly play? 

and would you like to touch my skin? 

  or graze my hand? 

Shall I give you my fingers to hold up and entwine? 

How will you take it? 

  How would you love it? 

What would you like me to say? 

Or rather you, I silently plow the field 

  Of our Soul's embrace? 

(How would you like it, on this your day?) 

and shall I leave after 

or shall I stay? 

  Let's pretend, if I didn't have my way? 

What then, Sweet Love, 

Heart of my Heart...

What then little bird, 

Would you say? 

Mighty Phoenix, 

  Tiny King...

Hover above, 

  Shelter me...

Your fairie; Your Lore....

And profess what it is to me 

  That you adore. 

Might I transform, Can't I perform 

  This cessation of delicacy; 

To provide for your heart, 

  and your limbs 

That I might abide your soul. 

Phoenix of Loved Ash, 

  Shelter me...

Your infernal home.