Saturday, July 27, 2013

Fire Palm

I want to burn
I want to feel the heat of your longing
The temperature of your desire
To touch me
I want that
Let me lay beneath your fingertips
And dare myself to not run
From your caress
Rub the chill out of my heart
The cold fear that this will be the last time
We allow the thermometer
To be wrong

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