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Do our lips & fingertips ignite
the searing heat of our kisses—
like glowing embers of a dying fire?
Your tender whispers linger,
a constant flame that consumes me.
Every passing moment, the chasm between us widens…
The fire of longing blazes within me in your absence,
it blazes even more fiercely when you are near.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
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Do our lips & fingertips ignite
the searing heat of our kisses—
like glowing embers of a dying fire?
Your tender whispers linger,
a constant flame that consumes me.
Every passing moment, the chasm between us widens…
The fire of longing blazes within me in your absence,
it blazes even more fiercely when you are near.
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