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Friday.

Dizzy and uncontrolled, I open my eyes to see the smoke crowding the air.

For, my body has just become a safe haven for your hands.

Temptation has won tonight.

Moonlight is dancing upon our bare bodies and I am immersed in pure satisfaction.

Our lips have synced with the circadian rhythm we possess and the fire has started to erupt.

As the flames get more and more intense, so does the love we pretend to have for each other.

It continues to grow until we convince ourselves it’s real.

The bedsheets serve as our common ground for our broken hearts to rest on.

As we are climbing and pretending; pretending and climbing,

The fire is getting hotter, the love is getting cloudier, and our bodies are getting heavier against on another’s.

Faint whispers of phrases we dare not say otherwise fill the room.

Finally, the fire is extinguished and we are left to lay with nothing but reality.

Clutching each other for protection from yet another fire, we doze off hoping to wake up in love with each other.

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Written by
jazmine-moore
Published
Apr 6, 2014
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