Moment
by
Eden Blackthorn
Thoughts of light
Dreams of night
Shades of grey
She holds out her hand to him, not trusting herself to speak.
A moth to the flame.
A dance with the devil.
A curiosity that burns to the core.
He takes her to him; sensing her. Pleased by her desire.
Dreams of light
Shades of night
Thoughts in grey.
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