A glass of wine is lying on the table.
And we are intertwined like vines on the bed ....
Holding myself to the flame,
I whispered your name.
Your lips on my skin,
And the fire burning in between.
You held me tightly in your arms,
And I bleed roses in our midnight love.
- Shrey G.
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