Monday, February 21, 2011

Primal

Cold and callous
Your regard seeks to maim
That which is hot
Yearning to tame.
I approach from a distance
Cool and aloof
But tendrils of lust
Bely ill-concealed proof.
Talons dug deep
You rend me asunder
Craving to expose
While dragging yourself under.
You've ignited my fire
Now you'll succumb to my flame
Cold tears giving way
To the heat of this game.

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