Stealing the Fire

Come my lover and enter the seat of my womb,
Sit before me to rest your bones
For my touch ignites the dullness of virtue and burns away the transgressions and fears of your flesh,
The lies we tell ourselves for the safety of distance,
To avoid facing the fears of lying naked and vulnerable in the caress of a stranger’s arms.
Love me tonight under the flickering lights; show me the path behind your eyes.
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