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About This Poem
Fire Rises
Her hands cold like ice
Release my desire
My passion growing
Burning like a fire
Tearing of fabric
Our bodies exposed
Feeling tingling
As passion explodes
Bodies entangled
Joined in every way
Rising and falling
Two lovers at play
Minutes become hours
Desire becomes quenched
Refreshed exhausted
Bodies fully drenched
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