the coming…

he is dangerous 
looming devastation
he is coming
so daringly
with a glare
of stars
a fire
tastes of wood
like his scent
could linger
perfume me
sensuous smoke
to my peeling skin
I open 
and he suffocates me
yes…Take to me
as your parched lips
pant for water 
his presence sends
fiercely whisper intentions
willing me to come
and assuredly
as he understands
my sway
the annihilation
of hips
spilling oceans
burning his center

and I do…

I am..

daring fires 
swelling waters


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