Love For A Living Fire Poem by Freya Grace
Love For A Living Fire
Hissing whispered words in my ear
Flushed cheeks
and white teeth
Breath against my tender skin
Flickering flame tongue
Licking nerves
Charring skin
Gentle
Softly
Sharply
With a gasp
I push away
From your painful
Pleasent
Burning taste
Breath against my tender skin Just this much can at times be very arousing.
Breath against my tender skin Just this much can at times be very arousing.
The last line is really very beautiful and 'pleasant burning taste'.....so good talk about the greedy lovers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Freya G. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks