Just a small gust will light my flames from embers well hidden deep within
From that depth that made me a man 200.000 years ago, that made our ancestors crawl out of the water, burrow underground and climb a tree.
From there it is that I burn to breathe you and to have your claws dig deep parallel furrows across my shoulderblades, to have your fangs sinking in my neck while I furiously give myself to you.
A fire that needs to be quenched by having your lotus calmly floating upon my surface, gently swayed by the breeze.
A fire with rainbow smoke that will choke both of us as we breathe one another.
A fire that will meld our separate insomnia into a welded sleep.
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