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III. Prick of Desire: Cupid’s Fall -The Vow

He pierced himself.

Not duty.
Not command.
For me.

Blood.
Hot.
Spark.
Promise.

I felt it in the dark.
In breath against skin.
In fingers lingering
like fire knowing flame.

Love struck.
It pricked.
It burned.
It bled.

I trembled.
I opened.
He did not claim me.
He offered himself.

Every touch confession.
Every pause devotion.
Every sigh language.

When shadows came,
when trials demanded falter,
I remembered the spark.
The red proof.
He chose me first.

Love was act.
Pulse.
Fire made flesh.

And I said yes.
Again.
Again.
Again.

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