Raging Fire
Beauty, rest with the stars
a perfect night to behold
longing eyes lock
over two shots
of Chopin chilled
one teasingly taste
and lips are licked
as tongues penetrate deep
we curl into the reckless
taking no for an answer
when the clocks hit midnight
I gently hum to her
as our sins are shrewn
across the floor
our heat melting the chilled air
as fires hypnotically rage
into the dawn
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