Have you ever burned for someone you were told to avoid?
He beckoned
while my moist lips trembled,
and his spell lured me toward his flame.
Deep black eyes
penetrated my heart
while he caressed my sizzling smooth skin.
I panted
while I squeezed his thick hair,
but male desire dragged me toward shame.
—H, trembling by the flame
This poem follows a 3–6–9 syllabic structure – a form inspired by Nikola Tesla’s theory of energy, rhythm and repetition.
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