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Thursday, 9 June 2016

Poem: Curse of Passion's Fire

Wintry rain pelting down upon me, 
Teasing, tickling softly, 
Like your gentle fingers, 
Tracing their way across my skin, 
Keeping me warm with just a thought, 
And the knowing looks, so dark - 

Rooting me to the exact spot, 
Where it all started, 
Where the spell was cast, unaware; 
Cast with a single beat of the heart, 
The dazzle of the smile, the lingering 
Touch that felt like rose petals; 

Where the curse was laid, unwillingly, 
Laid with the devil's fire, 
Lit by passion and dark thoughts, 
Taking possession of our minds, 
Leading us to the edge of worlds, 
Unimaginable; burning our souls alive... 

Copyright © 2016 thearcticstar

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