It was like dark chocolate
Was surprisingly infused
With a delectably cinnamon
It seemed rather innocent
When first I spoke to her
She was being more provocative
Worse- she full well knew it
In for a penny, in for a pound
Who knew I was bound already
Now even I was a bit febrile
Despite the colder weather air
Who knew heaven and hell
Both wore same nightgown
Veiling real ghostly flames
I still have those burn marks
Radiating fresh on both knees
Every joint overly exercised
Until each reached near extinction
I reached past being parched
Deeper and deeper I plunged
Sinfully but still going beyond
Seeking that climatic finish
I only succeeded being steeped
My most intimate of desires
Found wrapped within her fire
Like a ring churning with no exit
Showered repeated to the brink
Always just short of quenching
The full best of both realms
With no mercy to be heard
I never sought compromise
Cause I’m still…unfinished
Poet of the Light © 2019
For me?! 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋
I couldn’t wait till morning, I just had to read what all the inspiration created. You even got my ghostly flames! It’s like you know me so well…inside.
Thank you 🖤💋
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YW… if only..
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Hold onto that longing, my poet. Your genius is exposed and its a major turn on 🔥
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Shhh my ego might hear that and have me up all night long.
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Too late, i think you’ve already been up all night 😉
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ROFL…
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Wow! That was steeped in seduction 🔥
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Oh, is that what they call that? 😉
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Hello there! This blog post could not be written much better! Reading through this article reminds me of my previous roommate! He constantly kept talking about this. I’ll forward this post to him. Pretty sure he will have a great read. I appreciate you for sharing!
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