Fire and Passion

Young enough to be
My daughter
Yet old enough to be
My lover
Our affair would be
Brief filled
With fire and passion
A diversion
From my boring life
Until she
Moved on – a flower
Blossom
Within my own garden
She chose
To become tween the
Sheets of
My bed of lustfulness

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