A Slow combustion fire!

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!

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Filled with passion - a delicious little sensual treat Andrew - pass the marshmallows!

:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


Nothing wrong with munching on the rug man, great write lmao.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thanks for dropping by you Devil you! LMAO
Loved this, Andrew, especially the last line :D...nicely-penned, my friend

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

thank you kind Sir Thomas
subtle sensuality in this piece as well...let's have s'mores, but not that kind...

i like the personification of the "fire watched as..."

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you jacob I like the line the fire watched lol

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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