Pandemonium Stories

I do not love you like a whisper on a breeze, Or softly as the warm summer rain. I am consumed each day by a ruthless hunger, That glows like a burning ember buried deep inside. We exist like a fire in potentia, Waiting for the breath from that first kiss To ignite an unforgiving and unrelenting blaze That will devour us both once it is set free. I do not love you like the morning welcomes the sun With the sweet lullaby o...