By Kelsey Layne
I watch her dance. She moves like a river, floats like a cloud, like some kind of magic. Shining brilliantly, just like the sun.
I’m mesmerized by the nature of her. I try resisting, but she overpowers my senses. I know that our love was written in the stars long, long ago.
She pulls me close with her silky smooth movements. With every inch towards her, the more I swelter. It’s unbearable.
I realize too late that I never stood a chance. It was over before it began.
Now I’m burning, burning hot.
“Dammit, Greg…another moth flew into the flame.”
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