Infernal Dame

Love is a flame carried inside,
a flame that I cannot hide,
a spark that could start an infernal war,
and with you, Angel, I carry this flame.

I do not wish to burn alone
for I am but flesh and bone,
but together, we are so much more.
To be apart would be a shame.

We entangle together but are never confused.
My veins fill with passion and I am unbruised,
but desire is destruction, so tear my core.
Engulf me, my eternal, infernal dame.

The angels of Heaven cannot compare
to my love with a heart and tongue so fair.
It treads my wastelands, rewrites my lore,
and the fires of Hell were ever so tame
until you, mon autre moitié, came.

Rovva

QC

YWP Alumni

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