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Tag: desire
Cinnamon Heat
Cinnamon kicks with sultry heat...
Embered Threshold
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.
A Pout
Born of desire and the certainty of my needs.
Pinned Into Beauty
Floral, fresh petals fold out fiery, flaming flesh.
Afterglow
An eternal ache resounds in the rest after love is made.
Risen
My heart has risen.
Riverlight
My cells emoting something primal and innately soul.
Cup of Fire
The elements I need to burn bright my soul.
Afterheat
Embarrassment raws my cheeks. Head down— not too proud.
Flame's Crucible 