inferno


grazed knees and

calloused feet

from treading on glass

being tripped by knots and stones-

a small price to pay

to get a better look

at my temptress

 

my coquette

lead me to purgatory

burn brighter than the towers of flame

we walk through;

let my sizzling blood be

the music we dance to;

run your lissom fingers

over me

and soften this surrounding scorch

as you draw me in

to your inferno

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