Extinguish
I'm yours,
I let your fingers run through my body, let them touch my soul, to touch me.
No matter how cold and rough they are, I'll still feel them burning through me, I'll still feel your softness through the tips of you.
I'm yours, I give myself to you, but, remember, you do not own me. My skin shivers at your touch and craves your warmth, the warmth that only you can ease its desire.
But once the flame goes extinguished, and the heart no longer burns for you, it means the time has come. Like all things in life, in this infinite, yet at the same time, ending cycle, everything has to come to an end.
Not even me and you, us, can run away from time.
I choose you to have me, to your hands to caress and to hold me, but not to keep me.
boredanemone