Burning eyes pierce the very skin. They make invisible incisions into ones soul since that is the only substance they cannot sear through without any resistance.
Mellow cries they may be but cries none the less. They cannot be ignored for one doesn't cry for no reason, even to grab attention they mean. To imply they mean as much but in a different way.
Fiery thighs, the substance, the solid part of the equation. Pain not caused by real fire but by the fire of the senses, unreal yet real enough to cause. Energy is added and the fire burns on into the body, into, and deeper to the soul where pain meets its match.
Burning eyes, mellow cries and fiery thighs. Sex.
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