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Flames burn

across my flesh,

from the brush of your lips.



Igniting fires,

Wherever they touch.

Should they linger

too long in one spot,

my skin should melt from the heat.



This magic you create,

whenever you are near,

is inconceivable.



Just a look, from those emerald eyes,

causes my senses to reel.

So that I long for,

your magic touch once again.



Never to be sated,

For ‘tis only an illusion

this intensity cannot exist for real!



Be witched by a spell

We must be,

cause truly,

the way our bodies and minds,

respond to each other can not be real.



Can it?