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By jack Date: 2003 Sep 02 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.02.11.01.6021]] |
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can you feel the cracklin of the flame as it sears your flesh in little ways with its touch its hungry kiss tasting you... here... and here... this flame of a tongue its wetted tip tracing fire 'pon breathing skin gasping in heated breath yes this your flesh alone needing the coolness of night tearing rivers on its own this skin that needs cool air to breathe as so for this night only this tip with a coal in its depths leaving glowing cinders in its wake of moisture burning this path slowly... down... between... |