Saturday May 25th 2013

The Burn | Poetry | Sonnet

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I turned the burner up a little with this [intlink id="4574" type="post"]sonnet[/intlink]—okay, a lot. But I also toyed with another concept here and will leave it to you, my faithful fans, to discover it. If you do–drop it in the comments….

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The Burn

Hungry fire builds in your emerald eyes
Those gorgeous orbs burning with constant greed
They taunt me, singe me, and tell me no lies
They blaze ’cause it’s me you want, crave, and need

Your touch gentle and warm, yet aching
And your lips glowing sweetly against mine
Inflamed moans claiming you’re mine for taking
Your Gasps searing lustful trails up my spine

Your throat seethes passion, calling for my hold
Ardor rises as your breasts beg my lips
A fever in your swells as they unfold
My seed ignites your honey as it drips

Our flesh and bone doth spark the night skies
Starting with the boil in your wanting eyes

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