Wednesday, July 13, 2011


I met you in the fall, skin like silk. Your breath drew me in as the secrets I had yet to hear bridged a gap between us.

We kissed. Change covered the leaves in colors you cannot show. I don’t resist, and you tempt me soft and sweetly. The wind grows colder, I pull danger closer, for though I may deny it…I wish to die in this way.

All I ever wanted was to be warm.

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