This house is heated past the boiling point. In this heat
anyone can look appealing. I’d forgotten how the heat can make you want to do
things. Things you never thought you’d do. My stomach flutters and my skin
boils. My blood turns bright red under my skin.
The touch is piercing. Cold
water reaches up and brings goose bumps to every inch of me. Your hands on my
shoulders and their soft skin rub my fears away. There is nothing when I close
my eyes but the beat of your heart behind mine. Together we dive in.
Cold sharp water surrounds me in every direction. Distorted
light, no sound, but the warmth of your hand finds me and we fall upwards
together. We break surface with a splash of moonlight and I reach through the
distance between us to give you a kiss. You are my love. My love is a tender
and boisterous thing. It cannot be contained or silenced, it cannot hold a
secret. You are my love.
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