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| roughly shaking sleep aside she scrambled from her blankets, heart sensing every step of his arrival with the early morning hours. the air was bustling with his heat as he climbed the mountain to her hidden lair and she watched him from her aching distance, saw how every blade of grass, each rock and flower, shone brighter to attract his next foot-fall, saw how daybreak followed him, tugging at his hair of gold with playful breeze that scattered travel-dust and stars upon the bursting birdsong air of dawn. the door imploded open at his touch just as her wildfire heart-drum calmed and silence spread itself, cat-like, along the insides of her scorching veins. horizons burned and mountains melted as their gaze dissolved all sense of time and they sprang upon each other, rolling, tumbling everywhere, soul and flesh exploding into passion on the splintered wooden floor. *wild thing ... you make my heart sing* |