The spark to the flame,
Your touch coursing
Through my veins,
I melt underneath
Your zealous touch,
I swear your fingertips consists
Out of fire
And I can't get enough,
Keep burning me with your love,
Oh, keep setting my soul aflame!
Rid me of the cold
Until the day
I am nothing but ash and bone.
~L.Y
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A/N
Guys, I hate winter. I cannot function. I turn into a smurf.😭😭😭 My lips and nails literally go blue!!! I love the cuddles but unfortunately I cannot stay in bed all day. So if I don't return, I probably froze to death.🤧🥶🥶 Wish me luck! Only 3 more months of winter to go!! Yay.🥲
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Muse
PoetryWe all meet that one person, an unfathomable soul, to whom our hearts belong to within our consent. And to me it will always be him-only him- my hearts most unyielding desire, the ineffable being and melody my heart beats to. My muse. ______________...
