Blossoms flicker and dance. They are fire in the wind. Petals shimmer in the light, an undulating field of pure sunset, midday.
Searing, savage eyes hunt my desires. The stain of thought as ink on paper conjured him. The strain of my passion holds him. His skin burns like brimstone, yet I need more. My wish is his wish. Today, I am to be commanded, to be his whore.
We cannot be extinguished. This pleasure shall not be contained. Climax begins, and cannot end. We are bound together, tightly drawn.
Now forever is over and quite brightly, he is gone.
