Fire begets fire

Embers
Lieing beneath ash
barely glowing
quietly
we slip off
to lie
in each others arms
her scent
sparks:
a memory;
a desire
the taste
of her mouth
stirs a hunger
the heat of her skin
touching mine
fans embers
the feel of her breasts
pressed tightly to my chest
causes a stirring
further south
her breath
against my face
blows away ash
embers revealed
open to air
and heat
begin to glow
my heart
rouses from hiding -
from slumber -
beating faster
I taster her [...]

?

Darkness
like walking through a fog
made of muted fire
Music sounds flat
lifeless
I should play
reading is tedious
uninteresting
I should write
I cannot …
Has my Muse forsaken me?
Is there nothing for me to write?
Nothing for me to play?
I feel dead
I need to once again find
My passion
Dragon Mage