Erotic PoetryPhoenixI cry at the heat of your touches on my body,
my flesh burning hotter, craving your kisses
to cool, to soothe
this fire radiating beneath my skin.
Each place you kiss
your lips scorch my skin,
sparking, igniting, enflaming
my fire as it rages,
engulfs me.
In the morning I am left consumed,
a pile of ashes,
while you walk away.
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