Burned

Your love,like the blaze of a sun
Warmed me…
Your arms,like sturdy branches
Held me.d
Your eyes, like greem pools,
Entranced me.
Your lips,tender and fierce
Seduced me.
One day,your love turned to fire
and burned me.
your arms were weapons
with which to strike me.
Your eyes, now jealous,
pursued me.
Your lips,now bared like an attacking lion’s
Bit into my flesh like a demon
And the hot sun became the fire of hell
Wanting to destroy me.
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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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One Response to Burned

  1. Bushka says:

    Passionate. 😉 Hugs!

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