Your passion is fierce and fiery,
soaking my longing dry,
wrapping your flames of desire
tightly around my body.
We hold long conversation,
then you turn me to the door,
charred and spent,
all before the rise of dawn.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 6:16 AM UTC
Your passion is fierce and fiery,
soaking my longing dry,
wrapping your flames of desire
tightly around my body.
We hold long conversation,
then you turn me to the door,
charred and spent,
all before the rise of dawn.
I find poems of romance difficult and to be true, a little embarrassing, but I give it a bash.
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