Our lips crashed together like waves.
Your pressing hard against mine, I press back carelessly.
Breathes coming out in gasps, but only for the minor seconds we let the waves of passion pull back before the ocean waves of our love comes crashing back.
The water washing away all the fears of losing you.
Your hands grab harshly on to my neck as you hold tightly on.
If we were a candle we'd melt together, the beads of hot sweat from our skin dripping like candle wax.
And I swear looking back on that moment, our flicker of a flame seemed like a rush of flames, seemed to be more so much more.
It seemed like a rush of flames burning valleys around us.
Burning down anyone who dared destroyed us.
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Our flames of passion.
Poetryit's a small poem about love and passion. hopefully it's not to dull for ya'll