Deep in the embrace of your lovers flame.

Fire surrounds, sings to us and will eventually consume us.

In this life we do all kinds of crazy things to keep ourselves happy.

Happiness only comes when you let it come of its own free will.

Feelings, outside of your reach, So must my heart go.

Love cannot survive without lust.

Lust cannot survive without emotions.

Fire delights this lonely seperated soul.

When it comes to it, I would rather burn from the passion than to hide it and not feel its warmth. Feeling you under my touches as you wriggle from passion. Hearing your breathing, gasping, and slow gutteral moans, fills my soul with the inner peace and desire I need.

 

 

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©Ken Feldhus

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