Breathe deep your cindery essence
Pursed lips release
flared nostrils recapture
your wisping brume
Entraptured by glowing crown
enlivened by billowing lust
hair set tingling
as you entwine within me
little white wand
of burning desire and need
let me glory in your pernicious spirit
let me breathe you yet again.

Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
Nil Desperandum, Fata viem invenient

Smokin'

You do the most amazing things with poetry. Did I mention I'm glad you're around again?

You could hurt me with your bare hands. You could hurt me using the sharp edge of what you say. JEWEL