The fire dances, goes round my head
Waiting with a thunderous heart I stir for the moment
Recognizing the the sound, the snap in the air
Like a brush against the barbs I feel the sting of excitement
Those fingertips of anticipation running down my spine
Sharpened sense of desire racing through my veins
Adrenaline coursing within my limbs, the bitter charge upon my lips
About Me
- Sprout
- Father, husband, amateur athlete and dark beer lover...I began writing as a teen but stopped for some 15+ years. I started up again only recently.
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