The night would soon fall and it could be the last time my hands roam your body. It always begins without words, the chilly wind through your hair, fleeting sunlight through those silk spindles, a nearly still frame of concentrated fire burning in separate beautiful strands. A murmur rises from somewhere within that flame as my hands cup your soft face like the shape of a glowing tear when
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