A candle burns

the flame tapered

as hot as the passion

inscribed on their faces

Lovers cradling hearts

mouths exploring

skin on fire

for the other’s touch

She yields to him

handing over lock and key

her biggest sin

unto herself

Yield, by all means,

but the key …

hoard it

hide it

unless he succumbs wholly

offers everything of himself

for a love that will burn endlessly

 

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