Fingertips linger,

on skin burning bright.

A red flame,

blushing at the surface.

Glimpsing,

the fire burning hot within.

Lips brush ears,

words entrancing.

Falling down,

to wonderland.

Fingertips linger,

on skin burning bright.

All that is needed is here.

Dancing barefoot in the embers.

Loosing,

all to the inferno.

Were two stars meet,

flare to life,

then are consumed.

Becoming one,

supernova.

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