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It wasn’t sudden; it was calculated. We circled each other for months, waiting for the right moment to attack. Sharpening our claws. Looking for weaknesses. Finding none.
The first bolt of lightning. Our lips met. Electricity. Charged, we fought.
The low rumble of thunder. Your skin melted into mine like a poison. The primal drumbeats of the rain on the roof, driving us onward. Beads of moisture. We glowed from within, we darkened the sky.
The wind ripped the breath from my mouth. The wind, your lips. Both.
The ocean, frothing and churning. Ships crushed to splinters upon our shores. Lines of fire from my nails, your tongue. Static. We crackled, we blazed.
Burning into each other, we were a summer storm.
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to me that you can make the emotions so
strong and... clear with so few words!
this is amazing.
good to know you like hearing from me.
that's so sweeet!
Your metaphors are simply amazing. Heartstopping. THUNDEROUS. BAH. I love how some of the sentences are just fragments--it makes it sharper, more violent. Which is perfect.
Love it.
purple prose-loathing part of brain:
you're better at this than me. xDD