Hot Lips

Lips like flames
Kissed mine.
Kissed my mind.
Kissed my soul.
Kissed my heart.
The amazing heat
burned from my skull
to toes.
Yes. It burned.
Torch aloft, burning.
Singeing.
I swear I smelled those hairs burning.
Those lips of fiery lust,
of heated trust
caressed mine so softly,
so sweetly.
Those lips kiss my dreams.
Those lips kiss my waking days.
When those lips like flames
aren't upon mine,
I shiver and yearn.