She showed me her naked flames
In the dead of winter
And begged me to not douse them
“At least not for tonight”.
I fanned them
In the pretext of keeping her warm
Until she could not stand the feel of her own skin
She pleaded and prayed me to take her
And set the flames off
A gentleman that I am
I could not stand and watch her suffer
I took her (to the dowser)
And watched
As her naked wetness fell asleep
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