Friday, July 3, 2009

Veins filled with fire
swollen, hot,
sensitive to your touch,
Pores seeping lust
call to your cravings,
Gasping, moaning,
I hold onto you,
try to whisper your name
as flames leap from my tongue
onto your skin,
burning into your soul.
Let me carve my flesh into yours.

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