It wasn't your touch 

That fuelled me

It was the fire 

Within

Which cascaded as lava

Between my thighs

It was heady

When you suckled my breasts roughly

When you bite me aggressively 

When you cradled me

With your strength

I barely could stand 

After our brief escapade

With legs trembling 

And face radiating

I found myself again

But it wasn't your touch

It was my fire

Like always

And you another moth

To fall prey!

©LR