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It hurts my eyes to look at you.

You burn so bright, shine with life and an innerlight;

I did not know I had been existing in safe

darkness until you swept by, stealing my breath with

your beauty.

You make me want to taste your fire, burn my lips

and scorch my tongue with your heat.

I bet you�d taste like candy redhots, all sweet, sticky

and cinnamon hot.

I�d like to crunch until the aftertaste of you catches

between my teeth, teasing my memories with sugared

echoes every time I take a breath.

Should I feed this desire?

I want to blow softly on your embers and then watch

as your flesh dances, flickers and flares beneath my touch.

What caress might fuel your delight?

Would you show me how to make you blaze,

rage out of control, until we are both consumed?

Or do I keep this all inside, never letting you see

your effect on me, keeping cold and secret within my safe darkness,

and letting your light pass me by.