Beautiful Devil
Although the flames bite my fingers
I touch the fire,
Bask in it,
Feel the heat,
Burn my skin.
Every time he speaks to me
The flames get hotter.
Even though the words
Sear my soul
They soothe my heart.
Copyright © Ariel Davis | Year Posted 2024
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