His fire dances with my shadow. He breathes a fire that scorches my horizon, and my shadow lingers as witness.
We dance like war and fuck like rain.
We are both tempest and stillness.
We are undone, unholy, and spectacularly human.
Ravishingly alive, our bodies burning with desire.
We dance like war and fuck like rain.
We are both tempest and stillness.
We are undone, unholy, and spectacularly human.
Ravishingly alive, our bodies burning with desire.
We are lightning in a bottle, trembling with want.
Time falls away and we become the intimacy of chaos.
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