We are fire beneath the crucible, heat curling gold from base desire. Your touch, a spark in sulfur air, turns flesh to flame, then something higher. Each gasp, a bellows, breath divine, melting metal into form anew transmuted want in molten lines, alchemy in all we do. No map but skin, no time but now, we pour as one, both fierce and true. What once was hunger, raw and rough, becomes creation, forged in two.
We are fire beneath the crucible, heat curling gold from base desire. Your touch, a spark in sulfur air, turns flesh to flame, then something higher. Each gasp, a bellows, breath divine, melting metal into form anew transmuted want in molten lines, alchemy in all we do. No map but skin, no time but now, we pour as one, both fierce and true. What once was hunger, raw and rough, becomes creation, forged in two.
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