The fire in your eyes and smile. The fire and passion of your embrace. Burning words. How you'd burn and blaze as you wrapped your arms and legs around me. Burning me as you took me inside. Perhaps even a flame to offer in your heart. And yet you could forget me long before the embers even faded. A sight now unseen making a lie of your memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem