By Unchained
Date: 2001 Aug 31
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Dreams of Fire




Sleep does nothing

to dim the desire.

In dreams of fire

I hold you.


Friction

so they say

will start an infero.

And yet

in each others arms

we move like a

well oiled machine.


The touch of you fans the flame

the heat of your body

melts my resistance.

We melt and merge and mingle

and I awake panting

with the need of you

and smelling

the smokey sweet

traces

of your perfume.