I tend to forget.
Burning hands on my waist,
pulling me close.
A mouth filled with fire
pressing desperately against my frozen lips.
A tongue of flames that
clashes with my icicle of a weapon.
His entire body flourished with heat,
with passion,
with love.
They pull me in, to melt the frozen wasteland
that is my body.
So
I tend to forget,
how his eyes are as cold
as mine.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoezieWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
