Dispassionate androgyny. Forget feminine. Forget affection.
Sleep my sweet heart. You are beside the point.
A Touch, an unanticipated connection ignites repressed femininity.
The line is drawn.
Crucial destruction. The touch becomes untouchable. Unattainable. Unrequited.
The line moves so many times it becomes a blur.
The line entangles like a net.
Combustible female fury. Burning desire. Passion.
The line is cut.
The Heart erupts. It only feels out of control, raw, blinding Love. The Phoenix rises.