Noir

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You
are Darkness to my Light,

the blot of my innocence.
the pounding of my blood,

as the heat of your smoldering petals melt my waxen lips.

You
make me crave the noir,

of the neon-lit alleyways of Hongdae,
And the lonely after party streets.

While you guide me,
Cool, calm and firm,
Past graffiti walls and subways.

You
found me in my darkest hour,

When I was afraid,
afraid of the world.

Till I was standing in the darkness,
bathed in warm night light of the bridge of the Han River,
locked in the steel grasp of your arms.

The heady scent of cinnamon,
and the glittering of silken jet black tresses,
welcoming me home.

I am consumed by your heat,

as you weld me to the tendons of your hips,

to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

fiery as the flame of the forest,

your eyes burn me and engulf me,

into flames with
You.

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