Flame by I.E Morgan


The
wood
snaps and is
Brittle like my
Heart. What your
Love does to me.
Passion continues
feeding the
Flame
I
Fingertip the trembling breath
The warm touch
Sweet Embrace
Kiss Feeds the
Flame
Muscles contract Blood flows
Music slows Feeding the
Flame
Snap Crackle Gentle flame
in the draft
Catch fire on my dress
Run up to my hair
Caress my frail skin
With third degree burns
of passion Feed the
Flame}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
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