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This is a poem I wrote about two lovers. The create fire with their passion. Their connection pulls at them.
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We are fire beneath the crucible,
heat curling gold from base desire.
Your touch, a spark in sulfur air,
turns flesh to flame, then something higher.
Each gasp, a bellows, breath divine,
melting metal into form anew
transmuted want in molten lines,
alchemy in all we do.
No map but skin, no time but now,
we pour as one, both fierce and true.
What once was hunger, raw and rough,
becomes creation, forged in two.
This is a poem I wrote about two lovers. The create fire with their passion. Their connection pulls at them.
Just click Add to Cart and once you have purchased the item you will receive a link which will direct you to the site you can edit the text and background.
We are fire beneath the crucible,
heat curling gold from base desire.
Your touch, a spark in sulfur air,
turns flesh to flame, then something higher.
Each gasp, a bellows, breath divine,
melting metal into form anew
transmuted want in molten lines,
alchemy in all we do.
No map but skin, no time but now,
we pour as one, both fierce and true.
What once was hunger, raw and rough,
becomes creation, forged in two.