*fire*
Morning,
dawning,
thoughts creep,
feel of pulse,
under melting skin of throat,
lips sensual kisses quote,
heat rising stirs passion,
fire truck sirens sound.
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Poetry derived by me, on this world, this life. Some I understand, some I feel, some I know, some I search for I the words I write.
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