written 2021
(from A Jar of Stars)
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She knew he could quench the desire that burned in her like fire.
It was an illness and, he was the cure.
It was thirst and, he was the drink.
She wore a red dress made of silk.
The air was full of electricity and passion.
In him, she wanted to abandon herself and lose control.
He took her by the hand and led her to the bed.
They made love, slept, and then made love again.
Outside, it began to rain, but they were oblivious to it all.
They were adrift in each other behind those four walls.
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