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Pyromaniac

Pyromaniac

We stroll in night garden of souls
Candles in our hands, cicadas singing
You lead me to the ivy strewn wall
You suck on Red Hots candy pieces
Your tongue kiss laced with fire,
A feminine arson

Consumed by your arsonist kiss
You make love to me with your tongue
Lush licks lavished
Spiced with m�lange of female flavors
Lurid sensations set me free
To relish your opulence

Written by goldenmyst

Published 2nd Oct 2015

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Re. Pyromaniac

JohnFeddeler

2nd Oct 2015 5:32am

tongue of fire, sexy image...

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Re. Pyromaniac

calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)

- Edited 2nd Oct 2015 3:43pm

2nd Oct 2015 12:31pm

Romantic poem John. Sounds like a tantalizing incendiary kiss.
Would walk miles to give you one.
My favorite sound of my youth in the country along with the whiporwill are the cicada..their mad call...buzzing n buzzing in rhymic cry
The suck of red hots was a masrers stroke my kitten

With all the love in my lusty heart....i give a soft wet kiss to my favorite poet and perfect man.

🔥Jennifer

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Re. Pyromaniac

goldenmyst

- Edited 2nd Oct 2015 5:25pm

2nd Oct 2015 5:23pm

My heart beats a mad calypso to your words my lover woman. I too remember the whole neighborhood filled with the sound of cicadas buzzing back in Mississippi. I'm joyful that you liked that red hots part. A lusty wet kiss on your revered lips my love. ;-)

~much love~
John