In His Sacred Space
He melts into her embrace like a tired warrior longing for rest.
She is fire. He is ice. Her smile warms his own little world That he has shut out everyone. But her light and her warmth seep through the cracks of his door. With one flick of her flame, he gives her the key, and she steps into his dark den glowing, making him perspire and thirst for her scent, her touch and her laughter that tickles even his sleepy bones. She is fire. He is ice. He melts into her embrace like a tired war...
