Dark Passage


It is said that desire is a form of suffering, that to cease all suffering one must not desire, but what if you turn a corner, to the dark passage and it overcomes you unwillingly? I turned the dark corner not expecting you. There was  a scent of voluptuous wood, an incensed urgency that softened into a plush rose, the color of secrets. Who can deny it, you were there. I can’t describe in any less teenagery prose, it was primal. The 5 seconds it took to see your face seemed later, to be so much longer, as a I almost broke into a fever reliving it.

Author: subterraneansatsea

"A Terrible Beauty is Born"

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