Poetry

Tenuous

Tenuous at first, but our attraction has become a burning flame

Quell my rampant rage with a soft touch

Replace my yearning ache with a memorable, sore one

I still feel your bite and burn inside of me

Oh, how you quench my thirst
My life giver

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