Slow Burn


Twisted feeling yearning
For life,
Feel this burning
Soul,
Touch with care lest you
Scorch your bare
Hand.

Fire burns, simmers beneath
Surface,
Stroke me, let me feel your
Caress
If you dare; for you I am
Doing a
Slow burn.

Glove touch me carefully,
I will respond shamelessly,
We will be consumed as you
Fondle me into
Full blaze.

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