Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Flame


The sticky sweet surrender burned the back of my throat
A sudden warm embrace filled my chest
It took hold
Latched on
It was in control now.

One small sip, one moment of weakness was all it took
For a fire to burn in my belly that would never be put out.
For when shallow words and empty kisses weren’t enough
The fire ached for more.

With dizzy stares and glowing eyes
Fire met with fire.
His warm embrace was forbidden
Cursed by the stars.

But the hunger wasn’t satisfied.
For with him, the fire dulled
It wasn’t in control anymore, he was.
Two flames can’t dance together without one overwhelming the other.

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