Passion of fury
Embers of isolation,
Finally fading to charcoal,
And allowing the beast to approach.
Swift and silent,
She moves with the fluidity of a feline.
But her eyes glow with the passion,
Of all the fires of Hell.
Her face is mischevious,
As I know mine is.
Her smile is flirtatious,
As I know mine is.
And I see the fire in her heart.
And it unleashed the wild animal within me.
The kiss lasts forever.
poem by Stuart Logan
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