Hasty paints a scene



She was stuck inside a feeling
Of extreme want with no escape
Her desires were a constant
Warmth threatening to burn her
Branding her insides intimately

Composure was becoming hard
The more they talked, his voice
The more they learned, his life
The more she wanted, just him
She craved being a part of him

The way he looked at her, intense
The world, the universe got lost
Inside this most beautiful gaze
And all she wanted was to fall in
To sink into him and float carefree

But she was afraid of
Being touched by the melting of time
Being consumed by the ardor she felt
Being lost and abandoned once again
Being left more broken than she was

“Don’t touch me.” she whispered.
“I am afraid your touch will end me”
He reached for her hands, then hips
“I can’t think of anything better
Than to end with…

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