Your touch burns and grows cold as ice
Sending trails of delight through out my body
Your kiss inflames and leaves me aching
The fierce growl of desire building in my throat
Your fingers slowly inching up my thigh
No longer able to form a thought
Desire and longing take over
Nothing maters now but your touch
Cold as ice hot as a raging fire
Back arching,the need to be closer to you strong
That glint in your eye telling me you know it won't take long
Your lips softly caressing my neck, my nails dug deep into your shoulders
Growl becomes screams of delight becomes howling long into the night
Your touch is like fire and ice

Nice!

It just got really warm in here. Great write

yummy

Don't know which way to feel, cold or hot. Oh heck ! I think I will go with the mood of this poem Damn hot!!

Now I'm hot with goosebumps on my arms

LOVE IT!!!!

Okay I feel the heat, now where's the ice water...

Excellent! I think it could win a prize.