he set the whole world on fire, and didn't let a single flame touch me
i soon became to loath him. the devil i mean. giving such a cold shoulder to me. letting the ice bite at my skin while he kept the fire all to himself. the passion, the want, the need. selfish, so selfish. but i can't help myself but want to be burned again. i know he'll leave scars on my heart, burn it to a crisp.
he was confusing. so utterly confusing. sometimes he would share the warmth, a little flicker showing through that he saw me how i saw him.
it never lasted.
he would catch himself and distance himself. though i guess it was for the best. keeping me at an arms length, but it was pathetic for me. he knew it too. he knew with one kiss i was falling under his spell. i found him keeping me away from his fire, from getting burned but oh so badly i wanted to scream. 'burn me, i can take it... i swear.'
but he wouldn't. he was keeping that flame away. only when i can start to feel myself heat up it's lost.
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zombi
RomanceI can still feel the way he touched me, how he made my skin come alive. Each caress and each touch tantalizing. An overwhelming amount of want comes from it. The way his lips nipped at my neck so softly yet rough. The kisses he planted, wet, yet not...
