My Love is as a Fever
She races ahead, fueled by the trajectory of her longing.
Luminous and lit from within she is beckoned into a vividly treacherous world where the thrill of desire masks the danger of being consumed by a fire that is gaining strength, moment by illicit moment.
I choose the language of storms
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