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Stroke my skin with fire

Brand me with my own need

Sooth me with a touch

Fingertips, across chilled skin

Melt the ice encasing my heart

Lips silken on my breastbone

Tracing lines across unhealed wounds

Filling fissures with molten heat

Drawing poison up from depths

With a lash of braided leather

Caressing fears away as sighs deepen

The wild calls with plangent cries

The answering, release me, bring me

Enslave me, strokes your long banked fire



  1. Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?

  2. Sizzle, sizzle, girlfriend! I’m liking your poetry. 🙂

    • I cannot tell you how grateful I am the broad audience my poetry draws. I feared the first time I threw one out, it actually horrified me and I wanted to run, pull the covers over my head. Now? I simply am grateful others find something to like.

      thank you

  3. Always erotic! Tastefully erotic!

  4. Ooh that is page-singeing hot!! 🙂

  5. Captivating imagery.

  6. Supa Hot Fiyah! 🙂 Nice.

  7. You sure know how to turn up the heat, Val. Loving this. S.i.z.z.l.i.n.g. ❤ ❤ ❤

  8. Such amazing PASSION)))) xxxxx kisssssssssssss

  9. Mr. Militant Negro says:

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

  10. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    “Burning” ….. power of the written word!!

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