Poems About Fire Published by Members Recently Online
#fire
Time Is Of Essence, My Lord
Saffron
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
#fire
#lover
#seductive
#sensual
#sexy
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3 Comments
Time Is Of Essence, My Lord
Saffron
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
#fire
#lover
#seductive
#sensual
#sexy
227 reads
3 Comments
Time Is Of Essence, My Lord
Saffron
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
#fire
#lover
#seductive
#sensual
#sexy
227 reads
3 Comments
Time Is Of Essence, My Lord
Saffron
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
#fire
#lover
#seductive
#sensual
#sexy
227 reads
3 Comments
Time Is Of Essence, My Lord
Saffron
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
Somewhere in Time
1300 BC
Yes, my love, you are just as beautiful from the day, I rescued you from the shores of the high seas
A beautiful amulet to adorn my throne as my Queen to be
And that look in your eyes
You make me feel like a Yoruba God, in order to find you, I had to bow my head to the skies
My love, my heart is biding to yours
You are the air for which I breathe
As the sweetest flowers bloom you pollenate my temple, your tongue bathes my skin after a honey pour
Tell my heart through the window of...
#fire
#lover
#seductive
#sensual
#sexy
227 reads
3 Comments
Lick It
I can teach you to lick it
How dare you to try and think right
I want you dreaming of bodies
Before I turn out the lights
I can teach you to lick it
You know that we live on the edge
We both find peace out on the ledge
This is why we sleep with razors in our bed, in our bed
I can teach you to lick it
The razors edge is oh so sharp
You are having visions of raping it after dark
I can teach you to lick it and create a spark
I can teach you how to lick it
Take that spark that's oh so alone
Find...
How dare you to try and think right
I want you dreaming of bodies
Before I turn out the lights
I can teach you to lick it
You know that we live on the edge
We both find peace out on the ledge
This is why we sleep with razors in our bed, in our bed
I can teach you to lick it
The razors edge is oh so sharp
You are having visions of raping it after dark
I can teach you to lick it and create a spark
I can teach you how to lick it
Take that spark that's oh so alone
Find...
#dark
#fire
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2 Comments
Lick It
I can teach you to lick it
How dare you to try and think right
I want you dreaming of bodies
Before I turn out the lights
I can teach you to lick it
You know that we live on the edge
We both find peace out on the ledge
This is why we sleep with razors in our bed, in our bed
I can teach you to lick it
The razors edge is oh so sharp
You are having visions of raping it after dark
I can teach you to lick it and create a spark
I can teach you how to lick it
Take that spark that's oh so alone
Find...
How dare you to try and think right
I want you dreaming of bodies
Before I turn out the lights
I can teach you to lick it
You know that we live on the edge
We both find peace out on the ledge
This is why we sleep with razors in our bed, in our bed
I can teach you to lick it
The razors edge is oh so sharp
You are having visions of raping it after dark
I can teach you to lick it and create a spark
I can teach you how to lick it
Take that spark that's oh so alone
Find...
#dark
#fire
339 reads
2 Comments
Vulnerability and Hellfire
Sometimes
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
#fire
#narrative
#storm #vulnerability
#storm #vulnerability
255 reads
44 Comments
Vulnerability and Hellfire
Sometimes
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
#fire
#narrative
#storm #vulnerability
#storm #vulnerability
255 reads
44 Comments
Vulnerability and Hellfire
Sometimes
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
#fire
#narrative
#storm #vulnerability
#storm #vulnerability
255 reads
44 Comments
Vulnerability and Hellfire
Sometimes
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
#fire
#narrative
#storm #vulnerability
#storm #vulnerability
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44 Comments
Priestesses
Guardians of the flame,
sacred vows of purity,
to silent lives constrained.
Chaste in ancient Greece,
virgins bound by duty's chain,
faithful to the peace.
Under the temple's gaze,
Vestal's hearts in shadows dwell,
freedom's distant haze.
Solemn and restrained
lives of the Vestal Virgins
bound by their sacred duties
and so imposed virginity.
sacred vows of purity,
to silent lives constrained.
Chaste in ancient Greece,
virgins bound by duty's chain,
faithful to the peace.
Under the temple's gaze,
Vestal's hearts in shadows dwell,
freedom's distant haze.
Solemn and restrained
lives of the Vestal Virgins
bound by their sacred duties
and so imposed virginity.
#fire
#mythology
#prayer
#temptation
#tradition
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10 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Fire Published by Members Recently Online