Sting — A Poem
When the fires of passion burn…
Published in
Jul 25, 2024
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co-written with D. Bloomfield
In the hearth, the fire hisses
Young lovers trade forbidden kisses
Embers burn red and yellow
Blue and gold, fade and mellow
Secrets best kept late at night
To fan the flames from ash to white
Soft, her moans, thru lips escape
Jagged breaths no more will wait
Now thru skin, she feels the sting —
Flames and cools the fever.
Co-written with D Bloomfield
M. Morningstar, D. Bloomfield
All Rights Reserved. 2024
