Burn With Me?

If the rush of adrenaline
lasts only as long
as this poem…

If the attraction
flickers and flames,
from the very first rhyme…

If you know,
with every new stanza,
that we’ll tumble headlong…

If we’re kissing and groping,
smoldering all the way
to the very last line…

Will the flicker of heat
be enough to hold you,
until the ink and the words ignite…

Will you burn
in the fires of passion,
until climax leaves you gasping…

Will you start again,
when the ink runs out,
will you read slower this time?