I lie between sheets
with gentle lips, careful thighs,
and delicate fingertips;
shrouded with the comfort of
slow rain against darkened windows.
Passion -
candle-lit and flickering.
Anticipation -
swallowed in a deep crimson.
Lust -
breathing down my neck.
Fire.
Your flame forms and then moves,
stretching through rooms
across halls and up walls--
It calls.
Loudly it speaks and
lying silent in bed,
clinging to sheets,
I become weak.
Calmly participating
in heightened vulnerability.
Though I know my escape
is only a doorway ahead,
a short step away,
one decisive move forward,
I can’t resist the urge to melt into you.
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Let me tell you a secret... The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be more lovely than you are now. We will never be here again.
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