June 6, 2012
You embrace me in your hands,
kissing my malicious mouth.
Fingertips become fire against thin skin.
You pull me slowly from parted lips
ignoring any warning of my hazardous intentions.
With a sigh and a smirk
smoke fills the narrow spaces between us.

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AegidiusTaeyang This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 25, 2012 at 10:49 pm
Once I read this, I immediately knew what it was about. You easily conveyed the metaphor with a slew of literary techniques, so for people who have been in similar situations to this can easily relate. Great job! :)
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