I am stacked kindling.
You offer me the red tip of a match,
In the darkness
a flare lights the touch-paper.
When I have explored your body
with my tongue until there’s nothing more to know,
after the long slow swallow of the night,
you will leave me consumed.
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Stephanie Ginger
Writer, screenwriter, poet, playwright, journalist. I love the drama of life: long, short, on the page or on the screen but always character-driven.
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Comments (3)
Erotic and steamy for sure. Nicely Done for Valentine's Day
Erotic, passionate but ultimately, burnt out. Sad.
Even the profile of your verses speak to flames. This is enthralling.