the dance has started
as the moth draws itself.
flutter around my heat...
move closer to that which you desire
come to me.
pulse in my flame.
bring your passion.
in me, fill your soul need.
caressing your every move
I respond with heat
I watch
every shudder and lick
swaying to you
I am hot enough to melt desire.
my touch will leave wings singed...
but no longer throbbing.
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flame-for-the-moth/
