The gentle beating of her heart
is a balm to my soul’s aches.
I burn inside when we’re apart,
a thirst that’s never slaked.
She shies so softly from my smiles,
her brown eyes dance away.
She’s had her freedom for a while,
but now it’s time to play.
A response to Jade Wong’s poem, A Heart. Check it out!
Oooh shivers this is awesome! I love the depth of personality you gave him, and now I’m really curious to know their full story. Is there a victor in this dangerous game for two?
That’s the million dollar question! I imagine it ends with a restraining order, lol 😛
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