instinct – daily prompt
Crackling coals lick my chest as the rage simmers to a slow boil
Palapatations echo thunderous words against my fragile heart
Like icicles shimmering; transcendent and captivating.
Run, my love. Run.
His eyes. Oh my god those eyes. A trail of danger down his chizled nose to a mouth full of lucious curiousity. Those lips smoldering my mind’s cries.
Within I hear the fear;
He’s going to drive you mad. Run, my dear! You must not fall or you’ll be consumed by tears!
Instinctively, I move with him. Our bodies dancing like a perfectly orchestrated ryhme. Breath for breath, touch for touch, thought for thought;
We destroy each others hearts