My pulse races and stutters,
a staccato sound of gunfire,
as you draw near.
Senses enlivened by proximity,
electricity crackling,
the air
ripe
with danger
and desire
as you take what you need,
relentlessly. My defenses plundered
with the skill of a tactician.
This want
you’ve created,
a violent firestorm
that burns it all down.
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