You soothed this scarred warrior and removed my suit of armour.
The air full of static, in a state of unrest, I took off what was left: my dress –
wearing nothing underneath, revealing all ever so slowly, I found it hard to breathe – all the while, your eyes hypnotised, you stood and stared, paralysed.
The anticipation, exquisite. The waiting, excruciating.
You, winter moth mesmerised by my icy flame, broke the spell and we both fell — rough display morphed into a graceful ballet before switching back again.
We burnt, we slurred our words, drunk to the hilt on our chemistry, while around us all was dark, as the stars had gone into hiding, wishing to throw a veil over the unchaste proceedings.
Just in time, the rain came down, saving us and our surroundings from burning to the ground.
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