Passione Fiora [R]

by Eternity on Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:14 am

**This is a rated R work, and not for those with narrow imaginations.**

Passione Fiora

Riddled with questions and showered with answers. There's a curse to it all, and a blessing at once.

My cage is rusted from the rain, my flame doused and weak from its cold. Thus it is all the more powerful when that torch comes, and when finally my cage is unlocked. I'll be free, but you hold the key. Taken to me, you've become. And to you, I'm a weakening stray cat desperate for your smile and caress. I'll do anything, just keep me high. I don't want to overcome this drug, and if you don't stop supplying it, I doubt I ever will. Scratch out doubt. I'll forever be the slave to that intensity. Don't let this go to waste; I won't.

I wake up and go about my day as normally I would, with the exception of your smile to make it that much greater. I laugh, and smile, and it's quite wonderful. But when the sun goes down, there's a new opportunity awaiting. My, would my dreams be so bland without your brand on them? Though alone my dreams were the last little whisper of heat I had, it has all definitely changed. When I lay my head to my pillow, and my eyes fall shut, my lungs quiver and a tingling anxiety swims through my veins like a lethal dose of desire. And when I reach my dreams, you are always there.

A flame. And I am your Passione Fiora. So wild is this white heat, I could almost be afraid. If I were sane, perhaps. But I am not, thus I reach to you, to it, craving it. So unlike me to be willing to touch the fire that burns brightest, but having been almost drowned by the eternal winter that was my nightmares and lonesome, I would gladly be destroyed by this. If I were to choose a way to go in death, this would be it. This flickering brilliance, for now it only dances before me, but soon it'll wrap around me. It will engulf me, and swallow me whole. Taking around my petals, lacing to my stem. Warping my world of black and white into one filled with the most vibrant of colors. Painting me with the fingertips of a lover.

Oh this fire I've found, I never want to let go. I want to indulge within its embrace.

Because, if you never feel the burn of passion's flame, you'll never know if it's real or not.

Eternity