| A storm brews overhead, and the circled fire blazes up, a trail of sparks leading me to you. Kneeling, I stroke your pale flesh glowing in the moonlight, cold to the skeptic eye, yet hot to wanton touch. My hand regards your face, soft and true, no masque to remove. The flames of your eyes draw me nearer and warm this chilled heart. No words need be spoken, no dance required. I enter thee fiercely as we both desire, applauded by claps of thunder, while jealous raindrops pelt our writhing forms. The thrusts of lust worry the earth and trouble the sky, but there is no stopping the passions unleashed. Fly screaming, fowl witness; dart grumbling, startled beast; even the trees pull back in terror as our bodies clash, relentlessly joining midst flashes of nail and tooth. I strike you to your depth as lightning strikes the ground, and the current within and without singes the darkness. The winds may carry the smoke away, but the fire burns on. |
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