Comforting
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The fire sings to me to rest in calm,
“Come I will give you warmth full of balm
Away from the bite of winter’s harm”.
Placing me warm in her loving arms
Caressing me fondly with her palms,
My body into shape as she charms.
Strokes of kindness they are as they ease
A lot with paradise that does please,
Her flames of love to wrap me - she frees.
With the mood of desire rich to me,
The tenderness works to the degree
To plant on my skin comfort I see.
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