OneWord: Fire

it burns through me, your kiss. My lips writhe in the furnace of my desires. The liquid fire quickly moves through my veins, lighting skin aflame.

Author: Jonathon

Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.

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