I.
His fingers, light with flame, touch the page—
and I see the paper transform into an interwoven web.
I understand: loss and permanence both live there.

I lean and stretch my body
around what He means to me.

I wish to build my own legacy,
to be free of the inheritance stolen from me.

His mouth reassures my heart:
my heart’s wishes can come true.

His lips press me, pleasure me,
urging me to yield beneath them.

II.
Exposed delicately in beauty, set before Him,
rump on the table He has given me,
He moves me down gently, laying me over the wood.

The raw edge echoes of the forest.
I bend beneath His will—
never breaking, only swaying, opening, receiving Him.
Sparks ignite between us, creating.

My Love is the forest, the land, the earth.
Dog star.
Flame, kindling, and spark.

I am the chopped wood I carry,
and He is the flame that consumes me whole—
to ash and coal, reborn.

III.
His kiss reveals His play with me through shadow—
and it takes the sun to reveal my talent.

My legs heat and tingle against Him;
His hands crave me too.

We reach for each other, divine lovers.
Legacy is power—
powerful beyond wealth and ledgers.

He taps my spine awake.
My insides flicker to life,
my mind ignites with cosmic stars for all eternity—
never stolen, never owned, never extinguished.

I understand: my legacy is layered,
known by all of heaven,
mirroring back to me the map, the place, the power taking shape—
my life both familiar and exhilarating,
refreshing, testing, testing.

My heart finds herself in trial—
and what she really wants
must come out.

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