The way her body molded to his
Was damnation in every sense of the word.
The tension rippled like stones on a lake,
Barely skimming the surface.
And the second their lips touched
Nothing else mattered.
They were each others’ forbidden fruit
Almost like a walking temptation.
He was all chiseled jawlines and woodsy scents
And she was all soft curves and exquisite features
A match made in hell.
Desire is what possessed them
Desire is what consumed them
Desire is what ruined them.
Because love is a chemical reaction, but lust?
Lust is a death sentence.
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