| Cremation What's it like to be burned alive By one single, perfect, flaming kiss? Want to love with all my heart Paired with unequaled lust, desire. Wish for a touch that will make my blood boil; It runs cold, slow in my veins. Warm me, fill me, love me, destroy me; Nothing else has to matter, nothing at all. Who might dare to call it wrong, so sweet� Cinnamon and spice, luscious pyre, Waiting for me in your eager lips. love poems anonymous |