i wield a sword of summer sun
forged from the friendly fire of your eyes
every brandish of the blade emits
a warmth of boisterous butterflies
each thrust and pirouette provokes
a dancing glimmer of desire
a simple slash and burn
is enough to intrigue and inspire
but what if when i’ve struck you down
the heat’s too hot to bear?
or when it hits you in your heart
you deem my girlish games unfair?
or worst of all whispered worries is
that i will receive a raw blow in return
that if i’m ensnared by my own enchantments
the fierce flame of wanting will
s l o w l y
ceasetoburn
forged from the friendly fire of your eyes
every brandish of the blade emits
a warmth of boisterous butterflies
each thrust and pirouette provokes
a dancing glimmer of desire
a simple slash and burn
is enough to intrigue and inspire
but what if when i’ve struck you down
the heat’s too hot to bear?
or when it hits you in your heart
you deem my girlish games unfair?
or worst of all whispered worries is
that i will receive a raw blow in return
that if i’m ensnared by my own enchantments
the fierce flame of wanting will
s l o w l y
ceasetoburn



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