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Fire

I lend myself to smoldering
a slow subtle burn
curled across your cheek
in trailing wisps of steady smoke

Desires hot to turn the log
provoke the dance of flame
spilling embers across skin
long ago rendered fireproof

Heat reflects intensified behind your eyes
Feeding me forever that I might learn to breathe with you

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  • notorious gold member
    July 17, 2008

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    Sexy...

    The word 'fire' has sexy connotations.

    "smoldering a slow subtle burn"
    Yowza. This is awesome.

    "steady smoke"
    The word 'steady' here makes it...sexual...LMAO, not sure why. =D

    "hot to turn the log
    provoke the dance of flame"
    Holy hell. Why are you so damn poetic?

    "rendered fireproof"
    I LOVE THAT!!!

    Awesome, awesome, awesome. Kudos on thyyyy Silver trophy.


  • Angelflower
    July 14, 2008

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    yay.. you did a wonderful job.. congrats on the silver..well deserving of it..


  • Cannonsfire
    July 14, 2008

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    And the gasp is audible if you listen to my heart...sighing here and I would feed you if you would stay a while with me lol C


  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    July 14, 2008

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    Wow.. stunning bro! The 'fire' imagery throughout is just gorgeous and actually really works so well with the thought of 'breathing' tied in at the end there!

    A smouldering piece indeed!

  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    July 14, 2008
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    Let me know when this is done bro!


  • Cannonsfire
    July 14, 2008
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    I can't enter but I can give mine to you

    exquisitely you carry me
    on the zephyr of summer,
    lay me gently in your arms
    as you intoxicate my skin,
    lips painting want against mine
    with fingers tracing wafts,
    spine that ebbs and flows
    and as we come together
    I am waiting for us to exhale... C

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