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Flames

Of Desire...

By Jolene CavePublished 4 years ago 1 min read

Your eyes they haunt me when I sleep,

And consume my every thought.

They search into my soul so deep,

Often with desire wrought.

Speak and your lips my mind pursues,

Not consuming words you say.

Those lips I long to press mine to,

Distract me much through my day.

Seeing your hands their touch I crave,

With every part of my soul.

Caress me I will be your slave

And force you to lose control.

Ignore not this our desire,

Turn these ashes into fire.

love poems

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Jolene Cave

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