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Drawn To Her Red Flame


Meltdown.

I am drawn
to her flame,
entering the
universe of
her sexual fire.

I put red flame
to votive candles,

chant before her
and Gaia's altar,
prepare her for
butter lamp.

Sawtooth piece
of wick, match,
sulphur strike,
I light your
butter lamp.

Heap barley on it,
sprinkle vermilion
powder and tip it
on a red cushion,
raise your hips
please.

You're hot!
Melting butter.

Red flame is
insane with a
flaming hot
desire only
the like-minded
can touch.

Melted, spilling
your butter, pouring
it over it.

Lotus shape, then
conch shape,
and then...baby
you're hooked
shape!

I am the keeper
of her flame,

intent on capturing
her erotic flicker in
3-D, which I have!

The tips of her
flame are sharp.

My ability to deliver
her authentic flame
lets us explore her
red emotions,
those are molten butter
felt.

Placed near her
stone bowl,
oblong quartz
wrapped in red
cloth, I insert,
torch your butter
lamp, ignite the
flaming walls of
your woman temple.

Eye catcher and
butter melter,
you are so under
the influence of
this artist's flame.

Do Not shy away
from the red flame
because the overall
theme ignites itself
in controversy.

A moment of the
fire in our relationship.

I will not abandon you
uneaten.

 

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist