Playing With Fire Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Playing With Fire



Playing with fire,
I burn your lips they puff out
cold from the heat
and the fire
is good therefore
playing with that which you like
and liking this fire
your feelings are because of it
my feelings are hidden behind your fat lips
where you making good you make
my mouth you try to bite
trying to eat with your mouth full
kisses yours are kissed
when you are finished with me
already you embrace my arm
which is long and suspiciously full
and your sister in the shadows
watches as it tightens
damaged and I grasp at your eyes
they are warm in you
it shines dazzlingly
and with you as said to her
she whom desires
what you do
but on me your sister would practice
in sleep when you do
and I call out my anger to you
leaving me
it flows into you and your sister
you fell asleep when I came.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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