And
what of that quiet burn?
How it spreads
like wildfire just beneath the skin.
Such a quiet burn
The blood as it thunders
chasing lightning; raging.
Engorged, aroused.
The ache, the agony, the anticipation.
Dripping sighs
Tangled in the quickened breath
of begging moans.
Show me, what of that quiet burn?
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