Sultry sweet.
The heat of expectation.
Mystical, the chemistry revealed.
An energy that only ever healed.
There within impassioned bursts
the fire's heat and thirst is slaked.
Molten hot, the trauma seems divine.
But only for a moment out of time.
Fluidly, emotions flow
into a state that's never really known.
Eternal moments etched within the sky.
Potent rhythm made to rhyme.
Past and future melting into
ever-present portents of release.
Enamored by the rising flames
of white hot heat that seek no blame.
Creation - all too often born of pain.
Laboring through rituals
of minds that ban the sensual.
Emotions welded into bands of gold.
Just before the atmosphere turns cold.
A bond was forged.
The love deleted.
Empowered by the thrill,
it killed again...

? Michaelette ?

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