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Flame

door killea

In the early hours on the best of days
we move as one in most natural ways
fire ignited for the rest of the time
our duties done but our mind in the morning
knowing it was just the prelude, so in tune -
spaghetti cooked, salad made, a glass of wine
the hunger keeps growing,
above the table eyes aligned,
beneath the table feet entwined
food and drink are left aside as directions take a turn
and in the bed we burn, and burn, and burn
we are not human, we are not tame
the passion borders on insane
no extinguishing the insatiable flame

feedback van andere lezers

• yellow
  fire in this poem,
  intens love
  you never get enough
  
  love
  M.
  x
  killea: Thank you, Marc
  xx
  j
• jack
  Food and sex, a winner combination ;)
  Jack
  killea: Isn't it just! Thanks for FB
  xx
  j
• innerchild
  Dat spat er af ... wat was dat geweest met de spaghetti in bed ?
  :-)
  killea: A bit messy??? thks for FB
  xxx
  j
• matahari
  Hartstochtelijk beeld van herkenbare avonden.
  
  liefs matahari
  killea: thanks, sweetheart
  xxx
  j
• lief
  too hot to read!
  
  liefs
  killea: Thank you liefie
  xx
  j