I searched for
balance in him,
but all he did was
tip the scales.
Everything was either
scorching or subzero,
rough or silken, but that
was the thrill for which
my senses hungered.
Some things never change.
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I searched for
balance in him,
but all he did was
tip the scales.
Everything was either
scorching or subzero,
rough or silken, but that
was the thrill for which
my senses hungered.
Some things never change.
