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He was no fool. The best way to resist temptation was to avoid it. Yet here he stood, three feet from the innocence he wanted to briefly possess in his jealous coal heart. He really should go, his mind fled, feet rooted. He shouldn't be here. Confusion in innocence, hands spread, an explanation offered. Confusion fled, in its place Stood fear, FEAR? He was no monster. Why should innocence recoil? His feet eclipsed distance before thought could sound warning. Innocence was in his grasp. His mi...

His eyes were busy elsewhere when the space above his shelf shifted. The movement caught his attention and drew it. What was that? His scrutiny caused his chest to clench with a strange sensation of unease, but revealed nothing amiss. Still...his feet turned him and as he moved closer to his shelf, he started to feel more foolish for his anxiety, but there is no harm in looking. As he drew nearer the overbearing normality of his surroundings made him question if he had even seen anything at ...

Across the broken floor, Broken home, broken door. Past piles of faded fragments of faded lives; I see you across the table, across the years, a cross to be nailed to.

Shivering warmth coursing through my skin. Heady sensations filling my body, my heart, the night air. Emotions flowing through me, like a wild river, that sweeps me away, dissolving me into the intoxicating waters that bring me to you. My hands now bound in your silken hair. My desperate lips, searching out your own, trying to let my love flow through their contact, and draw your love into me. My hands dropped from your hair, down your back, cupping your flesh, and drawing it next to me. Pres...

Across the broken floor, Broken home, broken door. Past piles of faded fragments of faded lives, faded memories; I see you across the table, Across the years, a cross to be nailed to.