Breath of Fire Wings of Silk

Breath of fire wings of silk,

Captivated against my will.

A double purpose two in one,

Love me a lot, love me a little, love me none.

Eyes indescribable but for flames touch,

Golden skin many days in the sun.

Raven hair falling softly against my flesh,

The feel, the tingle, revived, refreshed.

Toughened hands but not this night,

So gentle; shadows against the firelight

Each touch, each caress, each feel,

But upon awakening you know it isn’t real.

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joyest piece .