His hot breath against her succulent skin
strokes the fire within the Queen of steam
striving to light up the night
like a bonfire on the beach
trading kisses with the moon
or fireworks on the fourth of July.
heated words of excitement
infused with devilish sin
twisted deep into a neat little rope
for her to play with (with him)
dishing out tricks with that delicious heat
him begging on bended knee for
the Queens steam
craving the warmth
as it rises from wanting skin