“Drink me” she said as if she was the only wine in heaven. Felt her blood being pumped faster by the desired she tried to hide. “Make me shine,” she whispered in my ears. “Love me in this forest made of light. Would you let our passion build our dwelling in the sky?” The trees turned charcoal black and the passion consumed even their light. Such profound truths that love has for us, for YOU. Even passion dies, just like love turns into dark, just to be burned again…….. A brand new flame.
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