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by
V. Barrett
That night she danced around the fires, remembering the
way he
looked ,the softness of his lips, the way his hands
felt running
along her body.
dancing faster, envisioning his eyes as she begged
the gods
to bring him back to her. In her mind she knew it
was wrong,
but in her heart she ached for him so. She knew that
she
needed his love to survive. No matter the
consequences
he was her only desire. Faster, faster dancing
still,
building and raising the energy, higher and higher,
until all at once she dropped to her knees,
releasing the
energy. she raised her face to the light of the full
moon.
Tears streaming down her face, into the darkness she
screamed out his name.
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