Romance Renaissance

Fingertips race like fire over burning skin,

Devouring flames that crackle within.

A blaze of heat, lips surging south,

Passion burning, anchored mouth to mouth.

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Arctic air in whirlwinds between,

Bright light smothers, darkness not seen.

Ice freezing their lips whenever they part,

Warmed again by boiled blood from the heart.

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This romance renaissance for which they've waited so long,

It consumes the conscience – no right or wrong.

Only fingertips racing and blazes of heat,

And hearts that judder, tremble and beat.


I know this is a little short… I tried to make it longer but I felt it kinda ruined it. But yeah, it's palindromic so technically, it's twice as long as it looks! :) I'd love to know your thoughts. :D

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