Red Sonja

My body is burning. Can you smell
the smoke? You may touch my skin
As I gently choke
on whimpered words
of sweet desire
My armor cracked
by tongues of fire

As winds of icy winter fly
my wishing well is never dry
So dip a finger in and drink, oh
drive me to the very brink!
and when your thirst is satisfied,
just lay your body by my side
and fall into a world of dreams
’til morning light’s
first awkward streams
Then wake me, softly sliding in
and slay me as the day begins.

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