Poem #341

I love this fire.
The heat is exciting.
Standing in the flames doesn’t burn
it provokes you to stay there longer.

We communicate without exchanging a word
Our eyes meet across the room
An exchanged smile, an accidental touch
It all seems so innocent
Your body is inviting me to sin

But I never cave in
I never cross that line
I burn alone in the middle of the night
This self-control is masochistic
The thought I could have you
but choose not to
is keeping me alive

We are constantly going in for a kiss
but our lips never meet
I love this fire
Pure desire

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2 thoughts on “Poem #341”

  1. Lovely poem

  2. I think you’re a great poet

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