As your fingers trailed over my skin I wanted to ask you to stop, to wait.

I wanted to slow down, get to know each other, hold our horses, turn back the tide.

But passion was free and you wouldn’t cage it.

Your touch felt so good on me I could only agree through my silence and my sighs.

But in my heart I knew that by losing ourselves in the heat of our desires our future would shimmer and catch in the flames.

We would burn the bridges of our future on the fire of our passion,
on the insistence of now.

Why could we not wait?

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