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Tragic's Wake
Break The Silence
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Silken shadows cascade across their embrace. Their hands full and furious, grasping with a fearful need. One kiss followed another, mouths feasting, a banquet of desire spread wild across a blanket lit with stars. He wanted her, breath seemed a pale need compared to the beauty he witnessed. Sound and movement, sweat and friction. One call, two voices, a unity of purpose bringing forth deliriousness. Tongues play games and speak things unutterable in the light of normal days. This is why he went to her and she came to him. To bring life to imagination, heat to life, fire to love. A swift timeless moment, photographed by moonlight, developed in their minds. Once more spoken, given, taken, returned, and then departing. They are but moments, and moments are all they may have. The moments make the hours bearable and bring respite to weary souls. For their love, though unorthodox, is more pure than a thousand virgins. In the end, their fire will consume them and all around them, but it will be worth the inferno.
