reminiscent of the sun
drown me in your rays
pierce me with your light
fingertips delicate as lilacs
curl around my wrist
feel my blue veins pulse
as you step closer
shoulders like a brick wall
create a shadow on my face
that protects my body
and fade my scars
but I can't make you happy
you hide my face with yours
not for protection
but for lust
you have no power over me
for my body is not a temple
awaiting your strong arms
I am a match and you are my wood
and I am ready to spread my flames.
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