Fire
The heat of our passion
ignited the pillow case.
The fire spread
to the sheets
and leapt to the curtains,
crawled over rugs;
gasping in the smoke
we hardly noticed
the holocaust around us
as flesh boiled from rib cage
and bone turned to ash.
Fire
The heat of our passion
ignited the pillow case.
The fire spread
to the sheets
and leapt to the curtains,
crawled over rugs;
gasping in the smoke
we hardly noticed
the holocaust around us
as flesh boiled from rib cage
and bone turned to ash.
6 comments:
It is fierce. The fire is burning, from inside out, through the eyes..
Very passionate!
Wow very smouldering stuff!
he he he, very sensuous , burning, Jean -a conflagration!
I mean Joanne, sorry for the typo.
Rainfield, yes it is true passion.
Angela, yes passion on fire.
Glynis, on the fringe of rated R.
Jena, LOL!
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