Fire, Cloak, Far, Spit, Kiss
You've gone too far.
Do you remember the night
we signed up for Second Life?
I arrived there without clothes.
You gave me your cloak.
We gave our virtual selves time.
You led me to a ring.
I felt your kiss.
Your burning kiss,
our spit eclipsed,
my avatar a'fire.


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Comments
Pink summer inside a writer's trance..
Nice post
whoa...this is something. thank you.
above your avatar a'fire
R