Your body's my temple.
Your Soul is my God.
Tell me your prayers,
That freezing my blood.
Play with me like you play with fire.
Feel my heartbeat in a silent room.
I can feel your burning desire.
Our cursed love is our doom.
In the flame of candles
Your eyes shine bright.
Tell me your secrets
On this starless night.
I'll worship you, darling,
I'll move all the stars
For one of your glances.
I'll take your scars.
Play with me like you play with fire.
Feel my fast heartbeat and smile.
I can feel your burning desire.
Our cursed love is our doom.
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Author:
Li Yanmey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2025 04:38
- Comment from author about the poem: #moonlight_stories
- Category: Erotic
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Comments1
Playing with love like fire is an apt analogy and reminds how one can so easily be burned. Passion's heat burns for good and ill it can feel like salvation or damnation. Lovely
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