Fires
to See.
Out
here it's cold,
Lonely
and slightly grey.
But
at your heart,
Heat
like I've never known.
Curling
vortex ignites,
And
drives the heat to me.
Flames
are not the hottest,
Where
intensity comes from below.
Like
your furnace teasing,
Stoking
my passions to grow.
Intensity
comes quickly in,
When
I knew your name.
Like
the fires of Hades,
Still
your legend lives on.
And
beneath your honey lips,
I
was a man forever consumed.
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