Her Flame
There is a moment when two people become one,
In their oneness become two in love.
Intimacy, freely given,
Is but the first link in a chain of gifts.
Ah, romantic love, it breathes life into us.
A beautiful love poem pulses
With imagery, and does, just that...
She has a wonderfully erotic way about her.
When with her, a necessity for very few words.
We all have them, wicked thoughts, dark desires,
What are yours?
Besides, they're just fantasies, aren't they?
At times, so far and few between,
Our bodies will let our minds think of only one thing,
Solving the world’s problems together.
All else escapes our oblivious surroundings.
The heat we feel could boil water.
However, to boil water you must add fire.
The fire has a name ne're to be spoken.
Her flame, at no time, ceases to amaze me.
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