His blood burns wild and its veins beat over time. His body burns like fire hovering over mine.
His scent forever frees my soul, bleeds the memories that I own. His whispers have wistful tone, every last one makes me moan.
His everything is what I desire, for our love burns hotter than fire.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
