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Quivering
2024-12-10
My body is on fire.
My skin is searing to the touch,
too hot to endure,
these urges of your appetite.
You stir a tremor below the ground demur,
flushing my soft face, and speckled eyes.
Even your crooked smile,
ignites the electric arc. In your arms,
I want to cheapen myself,
and stoop to new levels of dirty and low,
to follow you, and be ravaged against brick walls.
Scorch my body with your burn,
Until I turn into you, toward your fire
of fervor, of fury and undying flame.
We shall consume and devour one another,
and all that blazes in the night.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
My skin is searing to the touch,
too hot to endure,
these urges of your appetite.
You stir a tremor below the ground demur,
flushing my soft face, and speckled eyes.
Even your crooked smile,
ignites the electric arc. In your arms,
I want to cheapen myself,
and stoop to new levels of dirty and low,
to follow you, and be ravaged against brick walls.
Scorch my body with your burn,
Until I turn into you, toward your fire
of fervor, of fury and undying flame.
We shall consume and devour one another,
and all that blazes in the night.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
