a prompt.

A poetry prompt to use these words in a short poem: whisper, mirror, flame, secret, sky: 
 

Your eyes, my secret sky.
My thunderous heartbeat, a stampede of desire. 
Your smile mirrors mine, 
cracking wide like a lightning strike, 
cheeks erupting in flame. 

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