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My fingers test a candle’s flame as I touch your skin Quickly, they dare to cross the brink of pain, as if taunting the blaze Heat. Invigorating heat for only a moment, interrupted by a stinging ache Charring lips blur bravery and ignorance Fire that traces my throat and thighs, leaving me blistered and spent Smoldering is ignored by incandescence I am elated and chilled by the greetings of skin Embers glow and scorch my core Mine alone. The inferno’s depth reaches only your skin Heat without Warmth
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Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
False Flames
My fingers test a candle’s flame as I touch your skin Quickly, they dare to cross the brink of pain, as if taunting the blaze Heat. Invigorating heat for only a moment, interrupted by a stinging ache Charring lips blur bravery and ignorance Fire that traces my throat and thighs, leaving me blistered and spent Smoldering is ignored by incandescence I am elated and chilled by the greetings of skin Embers glow and scorch my core Mine alone. The inferno’s depth reaches only your skin Heat without Warmth
emily-helbig
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Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
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