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Feb 2019
We awakened
amongst the candlelight and the
essence of birch wood crackling in the fireplace.

Your eyes all aglow with passion's fire
and a body,
a body in need of being extinguished.

Naked,
we created a fire all of our own that an arsonist would envy.

Good morning my love.
I hope you don't mind but,
the fire continues to burn.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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   Fawn
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