By Jenny Herrings
When I set fire to your face,
You’ll scream. You’ll beg me for mercy
You’ll cry out, lips quivering,
But my only answer will be more,
Until your cries melt away
Until the heat overrides the body,
Rises and passes,
Leaves you sprawled in sudden coolness,
Ready to return the favor.
Ready to kiss me as passionately
As I have kissed you.
There's a reason,
Why they say
Of a lover."
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