Erotic PoetryColor coded coitusA mountain of gold, orange and red leaves
an impression
intense love grown cold and dead
a Thanksgiving day in a forest the same
when my passion was stirred at the sound
of your name
how you clung to a tree as I pushed into you
and your heat clutched my candle
ignited my fuse
we exploded as fireworks shot into the sky
fell back to the earth and embraced
with a sigh
but like fireworks our love seemed to pass
in a flash
leaving only the memory
buried in ash.
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