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By M DannenfelserPublished 11 months ago Updated 11 months ago 1 min read

In her heated gaze

Gales of the squall, bind me to

Darkened ocean floor


Her caress was the

Boiling tide, washing away

Sands of my restraint


She wretched the air from

My lungs, the blood from my veins

Still I burned for her


Like a match against

The striking plate of my heart

We're nothing but flame

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About the Creator

M Dannenfelser

Married Midwesterner who loves reading, writing, and cats.

Part-time daydreamer, full-time nerd.

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