Something
rough as silk,
held
me so tight,
made
everything right,
kept
me wanting,
every
night,
to
be closer, closer,
in
my sight.
Handled
by, a pure desire,
given
in to fire,
the
burning needy fire,
nothing
short of
damning
me,
to
a fiery hell
of
your beauty.
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