do you like the way i lay;

alarmingly ignorant

toyingly beautiful

naughty alone…

i in the scope of your fire

with no route to escape

i pleasantly succumb to the spark

laugh in the face of my death

feel the heat in your hands and heart

a burning desire disastrous

watch you grow closer

sliding feet, saddled by purse

sashay, sashay away

bareback triumphant

we glow in the night

illustriously elegant

illuminate our path forward

celestial skies held high.

And higher still you rise.

Poetry

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