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Wildfire by Patricia A Martin Monday, July 20, 2009 Rated "PG13" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan I had this penchant for beautiful men. What can I say? So sue me ....
You stand framed In my doorway, A modern god, Priapus made mortal, Pride of Aphrodite. The backlight plays Shadow games in your hair; The muscles of your belly Would drive Michaelangelo Insane with envy, and Would make Pygmalion weep. It is not finished; Opposing wills of flint and steel Strike sparks into the Tinder of our beings. The fire begins again, Consuming us both, Until at last, like the Phonenix, I rise up singing From the ashes of your body.

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Reviewed by Juliet Waldron	7/30/2009

HOT Lava! Who was this one for?? Sounds like a flashback from some long ago midnight ramble. :)




Reviewed by Gene Williamson	7/21/2009

Pat, can any man measure up to these words? The backlight plays Shadow games in your hair; The muscles of your belly Would drive Michaelangelo Insane with envy, and Would make Pygmalion weep. I mean, they say I've got nice legs but-- -gene.