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Scorched Wings
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Favorites ...You visit me in dreams
Lips bruising my flesh
Hands burning my body and dizzying my senses
I'm held in thrall
Your touch is like Iron wrapped in satin
Your carnal sensuality forcing me
...into intimate magnetism
I am the moth
You are the flame
..Please, do not scorch my wings.
For some reason this reminds me of an erotic poem... Unless that's what it's intended to be. I like it! ^_^