Tinder
My burning tinder
Lit by a match
Caught hold of your dress because you stood too close
As it wicked up
From your thighs to your breasts
We embraced
My hands and face being the first to blister
And as we kissed
Lust torched the base of my throat
As smoke came from the corners of your lips
I traced circles upon your back
Leaving my rings of Saturn ingrained
And there we stay, in a rugged embrace
Putting out one another’s flame
Until the kindling begins to flicker
Die in desires grasp
And we become strangers again
Posted Sep 22, 2022, 7:33 AM UTC
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