Barista Beth selects a breathtaking poem from Sirensong
I cannot cage these thoughts
or douse these desires.
Every encounter pushes me further over the edge,
into this fire
Cool sheets and exhausted sleep
coalesce into an awakening.
Flames licking every inch of my bare frame.
Sheets tangled around curves
as my hands smooth over warm skin
and my fingers find every ache
with your name.
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