Enchanted by your essence,
I draw nearer to you.
Like a moth to a flame,
you excite and torrefy me.
Sweetly kindled nerves
crackle in my finger tips
beneath you crimson flame.
A luscious delirium consumes me.
Amadness only you can inflict
upon my flesh;
now of
marmalade consistency.
* Update: "Torrefy" means to experience/endure intese heat.
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