She came to me in a dream.
Dressed down in flames.
I tried to divert my eyes
but was hooked...
instantly.
Lured...
into something
that I can't grasp.
The heat; intense.
Slumber melted into rude awakenings.
A contest entry
- Fire, Fire, Whose Burning Hot 18+ Adult by Riftkin.
625 points, ended September 8, 2007, 2 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Love that last line, for it so describes the way it happens: the dream fading just as it gets good, and there's nothing we can do to bring it back. Congrats on your silver!
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Thank you!
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One at times does not want to wake from dreams that make them feel good.
Riftkin -
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If I had the option, I'd never wake from one of those dreams
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