Embers

The sweet ache of temptation

left to smolder unforgotten

in the back of ones mind

while lusty fingers of desire

trace their torturous trail

of anticipation

across heated flesh

that has been left

to ache, to want, to need

release

a flickering flame

that dances and sways

to the inner beat of the coiled drum

whose steady rhythm

taunts and teases us

through each tomorrow.