For it rises
just beyond
that which
shines,
like the fire
raging
from our
torrid desire.
Sweating as
it dines,
upon our
glistening
flesh.
It is our
passion,
in which
we acquiesce.
Now
our romance
is ablaze, in
our final,
erotic dance. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2019
anemotionaljourney,com
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