Bare-footed in a field of corn. Crushed flowers beneath toes that taste of marzipan. It could be fantasy, or maybe yesterday. You in a dress with a waist that fits the shape of my hands. You with shaved legs so smooth it’s like kissing silk. Candles. Yasmine. Absinth. Let the water run down our pale faces and wash away our condition. No affliction, only temptation. No pain, only the shame of being afraid. On the kitchen floor. On a balcony facing the sun. We come together. We live forever in the merest of kisses. If you peel back the layers- if you see what needs to be seen- oh what a rush it would be.
Author S. K. Nicholas 
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