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Wind she was,
In a gust of joy
Like a shade of yellow
Up she went
Far from spent
But caught off guard
By a spark
Fire he was
Smitten so sudden
Like a shade of red
Almost burning,
Shimmering & smouldering.
To her charms, so pushed.
To his vows, so leashed.
Kiss me not, she says
And he nods in distress
Still leans into nothing.
Reaching and stopping,
Engulfed in her fragrance.
A dance of decadence,
Begins to no end,
In pained restraint.
Tangled in a not-kiss,
No pleasure, no bliss,
Had felt like this,
Surreal… as it did.
Not all lost on sense,
'twas a cruel tease of indulgence.
"Heavens have mercy,
Grant me a fallacy,
Or a different universe!
All I have are words,"
She pleads in a ruse,
Glancing at her muse.
Pulled towards a sin,
But never giving in.
While the angels smirked,
At how bad it hurt.
And yet good it felt...
Wonder what it meant.
A night of magical nothing,
That tempted into everything.
One that could have been
Or so it now seemed.
Was it him she always sought?
A thought she always fought.
Slowly but surely, dawn would come
And her muse will be gone.
Until then... she feels him breathing,
Trembling and quivering
And him, still cuffed...
Still held in a blaze.
He begged to be freed.
While she paid no heed
To her whim and his need.
But her heart did bleed
As it danced with destiny
To a bittersweet symphony
Could we have more time?
Could the stars realign?
Or we could be stars...
For now if never after.
Never a flame, but into a thousand sparks,
They glimmered like a million stars!
Unquenched but also unburnt by desire...
They became fireworks – the wind and the fire.
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