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I Am Santo

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Burn for me as if you were a candle, your passions wax feeding the flame of your desires. Lick at the night with heat, leaving traces of light behind your kiss and dispelling dark and quiet with your expiring breath. Feverish and glowing, sink into me, feigning nothing, accepting, fighting facades and built needs surrounding your castle keep. Singe solitude, embrace solace, taste cinnamon distance spanning tongues wet with need, aflame with hunger. Sting, quiver, succumb and pinch into wisps of satin ghosts floating on the airs of memory. #irispad #startswithc #candle #love #eros #imageandwords #burn #fire #flame #poem #poetry #writer #writing (at The Throes)

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