WhiteLionPoetry
  • Truth Sayer
    • "ButterFly Effect"promo
    • Tidal Wave
    • "Caste/Cast" of a Man
    • Droplets
  • Home
    • Promo's >
      • "Emerse" Promo
      • Inner Flame
      • "LiFe" Promo
      • Samples >
        • Image of a Rose
        • Playing God
        • Insanity
        • Butterfly Effect
        • Spanish Guitar
        • Frames
        • 9 Eleven
        • Am I a Dream
        • White Sand
        • Break Away
        • Beauty
        • Wind Chill
        • Bondage
        • Fire and Ice
        • Talking Trees
        • Our Story
        • Down the Aisle
        • Thirst
        • River Lei
        • Intellectual Foreplay
        • Violin
        • Art of Intuition
        • Dont Hide
        • Running Sand
        • Soaking Rain
        • What lies Beneath
        • Animal Within
        • Touch of Fire
        • Dawn of Ice
        • Crush
        • Refuge
        • At the same time
      • Videos >
        • Reign
        • Olympian
        • Truth Sayer
        • Twi-Light
        • Time Will Come
        • Wings
        • Lines in Sand
        • Gods and Heroes
        • Pebbles
        • Ground Up
        • Power
        • Flight of an Angel
        • Struggle
        • Summon
        • Feathers
        • Inner Flame
      • Catching Tears
      • Free Fall
  • Book Orders
    • Hardback / Softback >
      • Promise Hope
      • Inner Peace
      • Truth Sayer
    • Digital Downloads >
      • Emerse
      • Thoughts of Life
      • Inner Flame
      • Butterfly Effect
      • Intellectual Foreplay
      • Memoirs to my Soul
      • Inner Peace
      • Truth Sayer
      • Promise Hope
  • Slideshow
  • Products
    • Felon Cologne
    • Khmer Perfume
    • Probation Cologne
    • Apsara Perfume
    • Indictment Cologne
    • Aquittal Cologne
  • Comments
  • View Cart
Picture
Touch of Fire

The second she had realized,
 That a touch from me could burn,
 She then could only theorize,
 What the pleasure would return...
 The burning smell of cinder,
 Laced with orchids and a rose,
 Making breath within her,
 Slowly bend her where I chose...
 Then gripping her in silence ,
 With the sound of burning flames,
 To singe away defiance,
 Till we both feel much the same...
 While rationing desire,   
So the furnace can sustain,
 The passion in the fire,
 So that nothing else remains...
 And when the touch has ended,
 They'll be ashes in her hair,
 From the climax she pretended, 
Came from something in the air...

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.