Touching The Flame

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I reached out and touched her, or rather she cast a spell on me, and I walked towards her like a moth to a flame. 

She caught me, shaped me, and consumed me into herself. 

She made her demands and I willingly gave her my all.  My only desire, her pleasure, and oh, what I would do to ensure her happiness.  

She nurtured, urged, and pushed me to the edge of my reason, then demanded more. 

The flames of her want and passion opened my eyes to a new heaven and I was to experience joy like no other.

Published 4 years ago

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