My eyes are set, my vision entranced to her seductive moves. She sways, bends, tips, and slips across the wet moss. She is a beauty unmatched by my years in this world. I peer into her as she dances. My soul tears, dripping through to the empty earth beneath me. Knowing she is glass in my hand. Easy to break, fragile in my fingers. To take her is to consume her. I would snuff the very fire I beg to touch to dearly.
For now, I wait. Patient in my solace of this one perfect moment. For now I am content in this scene, happy to anticipate the next moon.
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