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Aug 2018
slow honey-dipped
all consuming fire
four gyrating hips
room for no respire
I was mad at my dream
When I knew it was a liar
How could love not have been
with this burning desire

Lips tremble when youΒ΄re near
As if my body was prepared
for any sudden movement
but you are never here
and only in my words
do we make any improvement

and you donΒ΄t quench my thirst
but I guess I never asked
and I guess it would be wrong
I have barely seen you pass

But love, can I feel it in my skin
like a knife holding on
to the crimson blast
We must have been flaming lovers, loveΒ Β 
In a very distant past
Written by
Helena  F
(F)   
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