ironmaiden7o7

Hello Ladies,
I think we should play a little game, we should make up a poem, some of you are probably not poetic, but each of you should continue where the last person stops. For example, I will start with the first line and the person that replies after me will add the second line and the third person will add the third line and so on. Think you got it? Great! (You can be dirty if you want, I don't mind)



So here is the first line ...

There is a fire burning inside of me,

Starlight4

That is yearning to be set free.

jenjen

The heat fuels my passion....

Gilda

For lust-driven distraction,

little_tippler

the flames want to caress

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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.

Fernando Pessoa, 1918

ironmaiden7o7

The inside of my body, preparing me for a mystical explosion.