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Lust
Dancing to the beat of my own heart
I gasp.
Moan.
Writhe.
Flames crawl up my spine
Burning the flesh beyond repair.
Lips leave a searing path
Cutting across my body.
So hot
It’s cold.
Everything looks blue in the moonlight
Pouring in through the open window.
The freezing air sends chills down my back
As I shiver,
For more reasons than one.
So cold
It’s hot.
Everyone knows blue flames are the hottest.