In a past
long gone
getting into bed
with you
at first
was hard.
I fought the tug
pulling me closer
reeling me in
You got me
like nobody else
on those tempestuous nights
Our bodies
ablaze
My conscience
scorching the corners of my
oblivious mind
Old flames turned into
an inferno
lighting up our
entity
My being
ignited
until melting
down
into a pile
of ashes
whisked away like dust
like the purpose was always
to be
forgotten.
Sticky Situation 
Powerful imagery!
Really like the way you ended the piece: ‘like the purpose was always to be forgotten’.
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Thank you, that’s so kind of you to say!
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My pleasure!
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