Crackling of the fire
Suddenly a loud pop
Making one’s senses
Shivering from sensations of desire
Catapult needs and wants
Like froth overflowing from the top
Resistance makes one tire
When passions flame start to wane
As the ember of the fires
Slowly starts to die
Entwined and satiated
Listening to the escaped sigh
And our fervent lies
~Divine