blue room

My knees began to sink as low as my head was.
My heart pounding like hammer beating against cloth.
My soul beginning to awake with the fire he was.
I felt the slight breeze of the door opening to the blue room, that had sent chills to my spine which swiftly fell to my toes.

He moved inching closer, and closer with no hesitation.
He grabbed my face with one swift motion and kissed me with a fire that burned my body.
He touched me in a way my pure white rose garden never been exposed to.
He changed the way I felt and changed my beautiful rose garden to his.

I now have dark red roses, which he has planted with thorns.

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