Burnt

He had no body hair. Passion had consumed it all.

On the shore, he laid naked and still. Numb to all earthly chill, warmed by the fiery solace of trickling blood. Glazed eyes staring blankly into the sky. Blazing with deep yearning. He gasped between existence and void. So this is love. And over the crimson bed of soft clumps of hair, he slept forever.

For it was love.

And as the sun set out its final hues, the sea glowed with fathomless desire. [84 words]

Tags: blodd, burnt, crimson, existence, eyes, forever, hair, love, maureen, naked, passion, postcard fic, Prose, void, yearning