I will make thee beds of roses; moonsong 'verse with nurse_cchapel

[themostevolved]

He could not explain the sudden shift in his behavior. He knew only the cool of her skin against the heat of his. He could see only her perfect form, and he could smell only her scent. It was as though the world narrowed down until the only things which existed in it were the two of them and the bed he lowered her onto.

He rose up above her, bearing all his weight on one hand, the other finding its way up under her shirt to trace along the smooth skin of her stomach.

"I burn for you," he whispered hoarsely. "My blood is fire; my mind fire."