Awaiting the Flame - Senses For a Sestet
Scene is set my eyes tightly shut
Hand outstretched wanting yours to hold.
Candles sit, waiting for the flame
which ignites from within our lust.
Where are you my lover be bold
Come closer calling out my name
Seren Roberts. 28 October 2013
Contet: Senses for a Sestet.
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