Color coded coitus

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A mountain of gold, orange and red leaves
an impression
intense love grown cold and dead
a Thanksgiving day in a forest the same
when my passion was stirred at the sound
of your name
how you clung to a tree as I pushed into you
and your heat clutched my candle
ignited my fuse
we exploded as fireworks shot into the sky
fell back to the earth and embraced
with a sigh
but like fireworks our love seemed to pass
in a flash
leaving only the memory
buried in ash.

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Christina O. LeighChristina O. Leighover 19 years ago
Beautiful

I felt autumn...making love and loss. You took me with you. That's what I got from this poem. If you can draw me in like that, you definitely deserve great marks :-)

Cheers!

Christina O. LeighChristina O. Leighover 19 years ago
Beautiful

I felt autumn...making love and loss. You took me with you. If you can draw me in like that, you definitely deserve great marks :-)

Cheers!

My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleover 19 years ago
off the tongue~

your words just roll of the tongue~

excellent poem~

Maria2394Maria2394over 19 years ago
colorful!!

love the way you drew me home with your words, but never forget, there is often warmth buried beneath the ash, sometimes for a long time, the spot stays warm, is that memory? or wishful thinking, waiting for tinder who knows, wonderful poem :)

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