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Flickering Fire
Burning slow, yet the embers are hot;
You warm yourself by my dancing flames.
I see you there, but I can touch you not;
The screen protects you and contains.
Getting closer to my fire, wishing to touch;
Fantasies of a passion unknown to my soul.
You stare into my flickers, wanting so much;
Embracing the fire that will make you whole.
I am fire, you need to use caution with me;
The hues of reds and oranges inspire.
I am the heat you desire, you have my key;
Unleashing the passion into the flickering fire.
9Sep09
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