Electric Heat.

It is so rare to feel the fire of passion
running through your body and soul.
So rare to find the electric heat
he inspired me to know.

So rare to spin and spiral
and toil the hours away
thinking of the man whose seering touch
I have yet to feel today.

So rare to shake and tremble
when only I am there
and feel his mouth and flicking tongue
of which my body is so aware.

So rare to taste him
when I have yet to taste him
and feel his hands wash over me
touching my every limb.

So rare to be told to suffer
through every look and every comment
and try not to touch or linger or long
for the forbidden, heated moment.

So rare to know this electric heat.

So rare, so rare, so rare.