The fire
that burns
in my loins
every time
you lock eyes
with me,
must be a sort of
hellfire.
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Paradox
Poetry"The irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time." - Rupi Kaur A collection of short poems and prose. All Rights Reserved © K.G. 2022
(Hell)Fire
The fire
that burns
in my loins
every time
you lock eyes
with me,
must be a sort of
hellfire.
