A Slow combustion fire!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Aroused are her thoughts,
Hot embers glowing Prodded and stoked; Flames of desire Rising, wanting. The heat immeasurable Wrapped in warmth Her fire burning. She's ready. Marshmallows! Forget it! How 'bout we eat later? On the rug ...... The fire watched as The room got hotter!
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4 Reviews Added on August 9, 2015 Last Updated on August 9, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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