Eros...

Hands engulfed in flame by the sheer pain and force of love whose only remedy; the touch of her skin, the feel of her hair and the graze of her bare thigh.  The flame to travel from hands to arms to chest whose only soothing balm; her bare breasts. Resting on his chest; the feel of her raw beating heart finds the flame from chest to belly writhing in steady pain called eros.  The need to feed and the clamor of lust.  The must inside...the must.  Flame now from belly to shaft adding feel for friction and depth.  Adding more for closer than you've ever been and deeper than your memory will allow.  Ablaze now legs and feet to go deeper than you know...about to blow, but not yet.  She's set and wet...I'm ready but not yet.  I want to burn and yearn for her.  Legs intertwined, refined passion perfected with time cannot be put out so easily.  Take some time.  Too real to give up the feel.  The insanity and the rage of our stage is too much for normal men to handle...yet I must... 

~Apollo