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“Conquest lies not of the world, but of the mind and in the spark.”
Words whispered in the dark ghosted over a flame-colored helm.
“Those things can be remade, our sparks never truly end.”
Hot breath followed wet kisses along pulsing neck cabling.
“Love sought in fame is desolate and stark.”
Pointed fangs grazes along audial flare.
Seek in me that which you need, around you I shall bend.”
A silver tongue’s flat surface soothes the slight pain.
My body is yours to conquer, your flame has found it’s mark.
An inflamed panel clicked, a heavy body surged, a young voice moaned, a universe tilted.
“Your ecstasy I will embody, your loneliness I will mend.”