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Slow Burn

In the blistering haze
I shuddered while it painted my gaze

I saw blood dripping while I reep
I was submerged in the profound and let it seep

It caressed me with a touch so soft
It melted years worth of frost
Drop by drop it engulfed me to a land where I was completely lost

I bathed in the shadows of lust
A fire so soothing, I felt thousand tingles in my burst
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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