http://slow.writerscafe.org/DancingFire The original writings of author A. M. Charles en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046109 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's rage that fills mechokes me.It fuels my passionburns away my painand claws up my throatto roll off my tongue like venom.I weild it like a sabre,cutting away at my heartacheat my weakness.I spew it like honey,poison but sweetcoating the world in my broken smilesand whispered liesthat s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965436/ I am of the Sun and Moon. I am made of the rich earth beneath your feet The sultry roll of the ocean's waves. I am made of the wind dancing through the trees and the fury burning in the soul of mankind. I am the power of a child's first laugh, The knowledge shining in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965410/ His lips are parted in sweet temptation,Muscles drawn tight as he rides his desire.Shudders rack his body as I trace his doom across his skinWith feather light caressesEliciting helpless hissesThat beg for kissesAnd a slip into heated oblivion.His heat licks my sensesMakes me water And hunger&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965407/ This fire within me burns Paints my insides with ash and soot Makes acid of my tears And makes charcoal teeth chatter. My words are smoke My eyes, burning embers My laughter is the hissing of steam The crackling of burning wood. You started the fire Fanne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965403/ The echo of the silence reverberates through my body.The stillness is frigid and heavy.A melody cut short by the discordant breaking of a string.I stole the power of Krishna’s fluteAnd hold the consequence cradled within me.I have become the dark goddess, Kali the destroyer.The poet’s so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965400/ This was a challenge for me as I dont usually write in 1st person (not my short stories anyway) and I've never written from the male's point of view. I'm pretty pleased with how it came out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965395/ I look at the world beyond my window and sighThe future looms, it glistens, it blindsMy sanity dances on a string and I’m undoneUncertainly chokes the words on my tongue. Heartbeat echoes like an African drumStunted soul like a singer struck dumbUnquenched love makes a vision of hellAchin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965391/ Head bowed, chest heavingReality slowly returningThe smell of blood, gore and deathFills the air, its substance clingingTo her hair, staining her hands and her sword.The ground beneath her feet is a hellishStew of mud, blood and piss.A hundred men, felled by her sword, Lay dying and dead at her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965390/ A woman’s heart holds many secrets. We are like a snow-covered field, beautiful and silent, yet hidden underneath is where the life and movement truly lays, secret and deep. A mystery never to be solved, a legacy never to be told.Like no other creature on earth we live in silence; so many thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965388/ She looks into his eyes and smiles. He touches her and she shivers. She presses her lips to his and feels her body yielding. She wants to show him how he makes her feel, to return the joy he gives her every time he whispers her name.She slowly unbuttons his shirt, kissing the skin she exposes, then .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965387/ The sent of burning wood washes over me, the air is cold and thick and envelops me like a shroud. The quiet here is deep and searching. I stand at a crossroads. Behind me stands my past. Before me, my future beckons through inky darkness. My feet are bare and I can see that the road before me i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965385/ I am the goddess of the night,The dancing flame against a midnight sky.I am your passion, your obsession,You burn to be between my thighs.The hoarse cry of lust is my prayer,Ecstasy, my incantation.Come quench your thirst from my lips,And slip into oblivion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965384/ Your eyes cause my heart to stop, they still my breath.Your voice is the sacred note that created the universe.Your scent wracks my body, it steals my soul.Your touch envelops me, blinds me, kills me.And all life stops, everything is silenceTo love you is to crave the death your presence bringsTo dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965381/ Silver teardrops,Eating silver teardrops make me cry.Put it to my head and let the metal slide.What do you fear?What makes you cry and scream in the night?There’s no one there.Just hopeless thoughts and dreams that squeeze you tight.Waking up in cold sweatShivers racing up your spine.Have you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965379/ She sat in the dark listening to her own breath as she waited. She waited for her angel of death to deliver her once again. To give her what she yearned like a drug more potent than the Coke she used to crave. Coke didn’t come close to the kiss of a blade against her pale skin. The adrenaline .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965377/ “Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with Thee…”The Lord may have been with thee, but HE was with me.With his flashing eyes and golden hair, Looking like a pagan god or a fallen angel,Calling me to him with his heathen words.“Blessed art Thou amongst women and blessed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965369/ You look at me with tortured eyesFilled with love and adoration.You’re a fallen angel on your kneesClinging to me as your blessed salvation.You cling to me afraid to fall,Fighting the demons you seeClawing to get inside me.Demons created by your fear.You’re sinking, drowning in a shallow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965365/ Hell is deep, its cries echoing into heaven making angels bleed. Blood tinged tears are the solace that they weep, washing away sins with their tainted purity. Hell echoes in our hearts giving bass to the symphony of our pain. It sings to our thoughts, making crashing crescendos of our fears. It sed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965363/ True love is like blue fireConsuming everything it touchesEverything that draws near.It possesses your soulBecomes your heartAnd feeds your voice.It has the power to burn you upAnd bleed you dryOr give you the wings to soarAnd find god within yourself.But can you see itWhen it kisses you on the mout.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DancingFire/965360/