Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereAll night conversations
by the fire.
Smoke fills the air,
thoughts rise from our words.
In our silences
we search for dry wood
to burn.
Forgetting what
we’re looking for,
we become the fire.
left me with much
.....FIRE.....
wonderful creativity
you have here,
among your branches !
burn ... burn ...
-sGp-
The subtlety of the campsite sets the mood for that last line that hits like a gas can into the fire. I guess the tent will be rockin. I do agree that I wish it were longer.Great poem
Thoughtful...
I love your imagery here.
A lot said with so few words.
Great lil flow...
More Pleases~!!
thinking, I can smell wood burning"
That joke is hidden in there some where.
Nicely done, great ending