Fire coursing through veins
rosy red and all consuming-
how the heat can stir us up.
the desire to taste, the need to touch
burning in our eyes, our words
through waves of passion
each cresting and crashing through-
white hot pokers dancing on skin.
never before, but again we
taste the perfected heaven that
is as evident as ripened cherries
on the lips of one another.
casted golded masks melted-
left underneath, a diamond crusted
romance, left for the world to see.
Our hands, carved to fit,
clasped in perfect harmony.
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Submission Name: Fantasy.
