She never thought herself lacking. The world said she should be enough... The man meant well... Dinner on time, Flowers on dates, Empty kisses... dressed up like duty. Desire was a word on the tip of someone else’s tongue. It belonged to novels. To strangers in silk. Not to her. She was fine. Until... her. The dark gaze across the room, A voice like red wine... Intoxicating... She didn’t ask for this feeling... but oh… God… she’s not letting it leave... She felt her eyes pause too long at her lips... She caught herself admiring the curve of her smile, Her beauty... like a goddess in marble... the warmth in her laugh... Why...is her heart beating so fast...? A touch lingered, Too long to be kindness, Too soft to be sin. A sentence. A summons. The first true gospel she'd ever heard. "You always look like you're waiting for permission." Then... she broke... She hadn’t known what heat could feel like How hot the fire could burn. Their kiss was not polite. It was a claiming. A fever. Fangs behind soft lips. Clothes forgotten, names abandoned, They carved confessions into skin. Lit incense with moans. Trembled like prayer. She let the flame take her, And gave thanks... to the fire, to the touch, to temptation divine.
