A Lust For the End of the World

Whips of heat and made of flame
Kiss every inch of me
Its love swallows me whole
And begs me to stay

I follow him down
The searing burn of passion compels
Tender and sweet is the beginning
A caress here, a peck there
Momentum mounts, and we go on
Unafraid and unashamed

Like fire, we are not controlled
Unless it is brought to a screeching halt

But if all that's left of Humanity
Is two people and a bed,
What is there to stop?

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
As I muse this write one word comes to my mind to sum it up. That is the word delirium. You have created a most thought provoking write, well done.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

Delirium |diˈli(ə)rēəm|
noun
an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech.
• wild excitement or ecstasy.
ORIGIN mid 16th cent.: from Latin, from delirare ‘deviate, be deranged’ (literally ‘deviate from the furrow’ ), from de- ‘away’ + lira ‘ridge between furrows.’

[Coyote Poetry]

The ending of the world could be worst.
"But if all that's left of Humanity
Is two people and a bed,
What is there to stop?"
A interesting poem. I like the flow of thoughts leading to the perfect ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

Thank you! It's so nice to compliments on older work!

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm behind. About 600 read request. I will catch-up some day.

[Emily]

Wow! I find it hard to get through 10! Good luck!

[An owl on the moon]

What vast imagery you paint on your canvas... the colors of red fire consuming all else.. and in the end, what passion is left to take you deeper? Powerful and profound, Emily!