Frostflame
Frostflame affection stories
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blastimus
blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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Lips of fire met eyes of ice.

Frostflame

Lips of fire singed my skin, branded my heart loveless, my soul heartless.

They clung to mine to soothe my frozen wounds, my cold scars, that were left by colder lips that branded me alone.

But ice melts at the touch of burning passion, pure affection. Wounds heal when cast over with warm and caring, craving hands.

Hearts boil when close, when loving meets loveless, when fire meets ice...

when you meet me.

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