Dancing flames hands touch.

Singed skin, ignorance is bliss.

Playing with fire still....

She is a vision.

Dressed in white holding his hands.

Hands that tend to stray....

I could feel her presence like a caress against my skin. My body knew where she was all throughout the night but, I could not act upon my needs. The need to hear her breath catch, to stare into her eyes and brush my lips against hers. She is forbidden and my body wars against me. I do not know why I torture myself so by coming here tonight when I know I cannot be near her.

Liliana and I’s countrie...