The snow whirled and lashed their faces as Gwendolyn and Chloe were forced to march in a column with others who were also now hostage. Chloe clung to her mother and the relentless frigid wind made...
Our chocolate hearts
melt in our heat of passion,
molding into one.
Our lit candle wicks
burn in our moment of climax,
flames joining to melt the wax
as it drains down our bodies,
till the streams dry to a still -
the sweet memories that'll linger.
I...
Why does love have to burn?!…. Nice one