Rapture of the Opposite Sex.

[practice_effect]

Her touch is molten, it spreads as we embrace. The smoke of self-doubt gives way to the flames of passion. Fires and infernos ignite while she moves from one sense to another. Supple, beautiful, every sound a symphony, every taste so unbelievably decadent. A scent so intoxicating I lose all control. She has no idea, and I can not fathom the

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Fire

[mythologikal]

A fire inside that burns your whole self. To be normal, calm, cool, but when she comes near, the flames burn hotter consuming you from the inside. To speak of it, taboo, to speak to her, more than that. To speak to her about it is a great risk, for fear of her knowledge of it snuffing out the flames, but to not and risk losing the opportunity to be with her... Well I guess the question is, how much are you willing to risk? And more importantly, what?

I wish you the best of luck in everything and hope you find true happiness in your life. Where ever it make take you. Or whoever...