Passion Fire

A hot little poem about one of my “first times” 😉 — photo included.

Passion Fire

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I will not forget you
my memory still burns
with tearful recollection

remembrance of the first time
my eyes fell upon your
luscious curves

skin smooth as satin
aglow in golden orange
as you lay before me

seductive in the summer sunset

you torched my imagination
ignited my spirit
fired my soul

I wanted you so badly
to fondle you with fingertips
caress you with trembling lips

you promised such sweetness

but I’d been warned

by others who had dared partake
of your fiery charms
that it would end in tears

but I did not heed the counsel

in the heat of seduction
I fell upon you hungrily
taking you passionately

the moment of our union flared
hot as lava
scorching as an August sun

I was swept away
as I consumed your charms
aflame with desire

tasting your forbidden fruit
in a wanton blaze
I took my fill

but just as quick it ended

I should have listened
they knew you all too well

alas, you burned me badly
and only left me crying

but I never will forget you

— habanero… or your chili soul

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rob kistner © 2007

NOTE: The habanero is reputed to be one of the hottest chili’s on the planet!

Swoon!

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Rob Kistner © 2007

SWOON!

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Eyes glide luxurious flesh,

tracing the soft edge of dark and light

where the moon fondles your form,

folding itself upon you through the open window.

Eyes embrace full measure your lyrical essence,

lost in the silken tangles of your hair,

radiant in back-light,

fanning in soft wisps your graceful neck.

Eyes linger on eager bud of tender breast,

pause, entranced by the velvet flower

sensuously shadowed in satin cleft,

where supple limb meets supple limb.

Enraptured by this vision, sweet aglow,

I swoon, and swell to bursting – intoxicated!

To hear poem read by author, click here

Rob Kistner © 2007

Yahtz

Sunset

This is my post for the Poetry Thursday, May 24th prompt: write a poem using dialog.

Author’s note: In “Sunset”, a couple sits on the Oregon coast, watching the sunset. The man has just learned of the passing of his friend since childhood. The woman tries to lift the emotions of the moment by pointing out the rich warm colors of the evening — the man is drawn to the dark, more somber hues. They both need this sunset. This piece is a simple study in contrast, the beauty of the sunset agaisnt the sadness of the loss.

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