Posted in Pretentious Prose

Fiery Love

“I’ve heard about sparks,” he said as he leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “but there’s like a wild fire burning in my heart right now. I don’t know much about that.”

“You’re just exaggerating it,” I replied playfully.

He looked straight into my eye, like he’s trying to see my soul. Then slowly, he parted his lips on mine. And with every slow kiss, I understood what he was talking about. Fire. We were burning ourselves with every touch.

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