She is luminescent, divine, and lovely.
She comes to me, Diaphanous and pure, shrouded in a nimbus of the most dazzling light.
She comes to me, arms open. She comes to me, to embrace me.
I want nothing more than to be with her, to join in her eternal dance.
We clutch, she is colder than anything.
In circles we spin, faster, faster, ever faster.
Her hand slides down to the small of my back, I feel the folds in her dress, her breasts against my chest. Her breath at my neck. Cold. So cold.
I can feel her light on me, engulfing me, I cling to her as the room begins to blur.
So cold. So cold it burns.
Burns away my sins, my faults. This groaning, creaking machine I called the flesh.
It is inside me now, I burn in the frozen purity of her light.
We are one, I am with her now, always.
Caught forever in her sublime dance.
She is mine, and I am hers, and we will always be this way.
Forever.
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