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Fire
she trembles with desire
burning up in the fantasies
he presents her every night
his hot breath she breathes
her body a canvas of clay
he paints and moulds
only to douse her
to incinerate in his fire
quivering thighs
she flies a little
cries a little
dies a little
still panting to the beat
of his crushing heart
smouldering coals re-ignite
he drags her back again
ever higher, higher
into the flames of his fire
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feedback van andere lezers- Mistaker
Reminds me of the movie starring Nastassia Kinski.
Beautiful poem June.
Greta xx killea: Thank you Greta
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j - Dora
burning burning, the whole worls is burning
see me burning, we are all burnd out soon,
like my neighbour, he has a burnout, hahi killea: burn baby, burn
xx
j - tessy
Ik zou wel een vuurtje kunnen gebruiken, zit met een verkoudheid en de rillingen lopen over m'n rug :-)) killea: get well soon precious
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j - jan
if you need a firefighter, you know where I am;-))
xxx
j killea: I know baby, but you will have to make do with one, threesomes are out of the question!
xxx
j - manono
Can't listen to music right now ...
Passionate love...
'flies' ? killea: thanks for correction (shame on me!)
xxx
j
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