The Flames

Poem By Maria Makeski

Walking in the night
And seeing empty walls
Where my shadow only wonders,
Following the light coming
From another room
Where a single candle is lighted,
The flames warmly touch my face
Giving me a tender kiss,
My heart is instantly united
With the man who is
Supposed to be those flames
And his sweet lips
To taste like marmalade...

Comments about The Flames

It is a flame of love shared by two hearts, so sweet snd so hot! Thanks for sharing, top marks.


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