Instincts

instinct – daily prompt

Crackling coals lick my chest as the rage simmers  to a slow boil

Palapatations echo thunderous words against my fragile heart 

Run. 

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 

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