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he looked at me with eyes of warmth
creating a fire deep inside my heart
burning me like a sweltering fire
with a touch that sends me into flames
our lips ignite into one as heated tongues met in the midst of rapid and shallow breaths
voices echo in the room as he cursed my name
the taste of his skin between my lips was like a deadly sin
he glowed like a burning ember as my tongue met his warm skin
he looked at me with a gaze that has my legs spread apart like a canvas begging to be touched
telling me words that have me coming undone




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I know it might be confusing but they're not all going to be poems. It's just give you an inside look of what yet is to come.

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