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Fire

door killea

she trembles with desire
burning up in the fantasies
he presents her every night
his hot breath she breathes
her body a canvas of clay
he paints and moulds
only to douse her
to incinerate in his fire

quivering thighs
she flies a little
cries a little
dies a little

still panting to the beat
of his crushing heart
smouldering coals re-ignite
he drags her back again
ever higher, higher
into the flames of his fire



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kj28soFeGl8&feature=related

feedback van andere lezers

• Mistaker
  Reminds me of the movie starring Nastassia Kinski.
  Beautiful poem June.
  
  Greta xx
  killea: Thank you Greta
  xx
  j
• Dora
  burning burning, the whole worls is burning
  see me burning, we are all burnd out soon,
  like my neighbour, he has a burnout, hahi
  killea: burn baby, burn
  xx
  j
• tessy
  Ik zou wel een vuurtje kunnen gebruiken, zit met een verkoudheid en de rillingen lopen over m'n rug :-))
  killea: get well soon precious
  xx
  j
• jan
  if you need a firefighter, you know where I am;-))
  
  xxx
  j
  killea: I know baby, but you will have to make do with one, threesomes are out of the question!
  xxx
  j
• manono
  Can't listen to music right now ...
  
  Passionate love...
  
  'flies' ?
  killea: thanks for correction (shame on me!)
  xxx
  j