Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Pyro #537
Pyro When moonlight glistens off icicle spears dripping from our outer universes, tickle me pink in your radiance and roll me over another log that your amorous flame might fuel my affections. Though angels clash in hades and demoniacs retort with moans that spark as do smolderings in your timbers pop, ravish me in your twilight's flurry, silence me in your amber glow, seduce me in your ember. Pull me deeper, deeper to your Delilah dance, oh, temptress fire, crackling laughter, Legion's hiss. |
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Pyro #537
Pyro #537