Fire

  

I didn’t realise marshmallows could taste this good  

Having been stuck on the end of a stick.  

But the caramel and the sweet smell  

Filled my mouth with a taste so swell. 

  

The fire too melts me into you 

And I become all gooey inside. 

I will you to take a bight, 

Grab my hand and hold me tight.  

  

The flames grow rapidly like my desire  

And I begin to wonder, 

as we stare deeper and deeper into the fire,  

how long it will take for our love to transpire. 

Author's Note

small part of a longer poem. Does the structure work well?

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A very sensuous poem here, full of sensuous imagery. Don't let that fire flare up too quickly. It can burn you.