In the way that the flames lick your tail fur,
You feel them pulling on you.
In the way they lick your tail fur,
You feel them taking you.
In the way that the flames lick your paws,
You feel them dancing with you.
In the way they lick your paws,
You feel them move you.
In the way that the flames lick your muzzle,
You feel them calling to you.
In the way they lick your muzzle,
You feel them needing you.
In the way that the flames lick your belly,
You feel them hungry for you.
In the way they lick your belly,
You feel them eat you.
Monday, December 7, 2009
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