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Fireworks
The humid July mist of the evening
Falls gently on our skin,
Leaving a sticky sensation to the touch.
As night time falls
We eagerly wait
For the excitement.
As the Fourth lights up the sky
You and I spark the flame
That only two can make.
It is in this flame I shoot off;
A spark only seen,
A spark only felt,
A spark only received
By you.
Fireworks shoot deep inside you,
Making it almost too much to bare.
And yet you scream and beg for more.
Falls gently on our skin,
Leaving a sticky sensation to the touch.
As night time falls
We eagerly wait
For the excitement.
As the Fourth lights up the sky
You and I spark the flame
That only two can make.
It is in this flame I shoot off;
A spark only seen,
A spark only felt,
A spark only received
By you.
Fireworks shoot deep inside you,
Making it almost too much to bare.
And yet you scream and beg for more.
Published 28th Oct 2021
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29th Oct 2021 1:59am
I love the deep impact of the metaphoric uses sprinkled throughout. To me, it really sets a tone and elicits such a deeply erotic feel without being blatantly graphic —speaks directly to your talent and poetic style.
I was enthralled, reading!
Happy 4th, indeed... lol... *wink 🎇
In loving kindness,
🌹 - B
I was enthralled, reading!
Happy 4th, indeed... lol... *wink 🎇
In loving kindness,
🌹 - B
29th Oct 2021 6:01am
The subject of fireworks makes a topical read to an Englishman in the run up to Halloween and Guy Fawkes Night (November 5th), acknowledging your poem's Independence Day setting.
30th Oct 2021 7:04pm
It's in the more zone where the world changes. Bravo. Hugs and peace, Oral
10th Nov 2021 8:47pm
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