SheČ

She wanders in softly.

Her scent perpetuates my desire.

Gods, if only you were here so I could touch you.

And if you could see it, what I feel, would you fear me more?

She touches me, igniting passions I don't deserve and struggle to control.

If only I could breathe.

You.

She kisses me, searing her name across my soul.

Oh I am drowning.

My ending song is just below my reach.

Wouldn't she make a great soundtrack?

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