A Lovely Way to Burn
As you leave,
your fingers graze her arm.
Your lips lightly kiss
the back of her neck,
each touch a memory,
of a thousand nights,
a promise
of a thousand more.
About this poem
Inspired by Elvis (yes, Elvis) and his amazing, low key, just him and the stand up bass version of “Fever”. If you haven’t heard it, or haven’t heard it lately go listen and prepare to be amazed.
The picture was taken in my back yard, one night when I had the fire pit aflame.
Tom
Quarry House 
A nice sultry poem, Tom, thanks. Oh, and p.s. I LOVE Elvis so the inspiration you shared just made it that much better!
Ruthie – Isn’t it an amazing song? It reminds us how good he could be. And thank you for the compliment!