It scorched me—his flame.
It gripped my heart and burned with a passion that wasn’t human. It bellowed from the tips of Hell where it festered and flared until it flocked to the Heavens above. And there it stayed locked into his eyes of wonder & thus to my lips he caressed with his own.
Oh! How they seared me!
They burned and prickled my being into a scorching flame.
Ah, yes.
His flame that he claimed to be love was a never ending inferno that was inhumane and passionate. It gripped my heart and dragged me into an abyss that brought forth a Hell that was actually Heaven. And there I stayed.
Locked in his flame.
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