Shelly Price (7/12/1964 / Michigan)
Together, tangled they lay as one,
breathing in and out each others air.
She moved closer, still not a part of him,
as he craddled cheeks between his hands.
Lips met, gently brushing lips together,
one-by-one, ever-so-delicately tasting.
The flames hissed as the fire roared,
bodies burning together from the heat.
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