Caressing Flames, di C. Knappe

C. Knappe

Caressing Flames

Skin

What does it feel like to burn your skin on someone else’s?

Does it feel good, euphoric? As one may say,

Does the tender sensitivity awaken a yearning for passion?

Or does it merely elude the solid frame of mind over matter...

What do YOU feel like?

Are you sift, sweet, succulent?

Do you suffice even yourself,

Or are you in satisfied with the perfection masked by your porcelain manner?

What does it feel like to burn your skin, on yourself?

Does it hurt, in that way we all hurt?

The way we all hope for,

To feel affectionate grace,

To burn with the fire of Eros?

Or will we burn up with this feeling?

Distant, but perfect...

Masked only by skin...

Against burning skin.

(2013)

I was feeling vigorous... Simple, allow the mind to wander and you will find your answer.

Have a glorious weekend.

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