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With those cold hands
We resembled fire within this place
we were scorching in a bed of coal
The sweat sizzled our skin as our bodies felt like oil
The roof begins to fall over
Embers land on our shoulders
There's smoke and kindling wood but all I smell is our odor
A caress on your chin and then your ankles to provoke you
Let me consume you no let me adorn you
while this blanket of flames causes the air to escape
As we burn at the stake
As we seal both of our fates
leaving our mark like a streak of charcoal upon your heart and mine with my name and yours

- A burning Love affair

© Machito