Little Fires  

Chaotix69 39M
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3/8/2006 9:23 pm

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Little Fires

She comes to me in the still dark of night. Sleep has left me unaware; I do not know her, until her smooth flesh slides effortlessly next to my own.

She is fire.

Her flames raze my senses, engraving her unseen image upon my soul more truly than a master smith. Warm, sly fingers ignite sparks as they trace over and across the contours of my skin, lighting tiny trails of fire that converge and envelope me in a raging cocoon of desire.

She is life.

Her breath, hot and sweet, carresses my being and fans the blaze she has so wantonly lavished on my mind and body. I feel her as I feel myself, no longer two but one whole self, one rhythm intertwined with the other, lost together yet not caring should both be consumed in the moment.

We move together, as one, for now I am the fire as well. Give and take, to and fro; the rhythms of the flame have brought us up to the precipice, to the peak of the mountain. We are as the phoenix, ravaged in a blaze of our own creation.

All is given; all is taken. Our flame burns away the dark and lights the emptiness of the long unforgiving night.

Alone we are but tiny sparks in the darkness, set adrift in the swaying breeze of fate. But together--at one time, in one place--we have the power to set this world on fire.

FemFreak4Fun 31F

3/26/2006 11:35 am

That is such a stress reliever. I love it!!

Chaotix69 replies on 3/26/2006 9:18 pm:
Thanks, Gorgeous, it worked for me too.

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