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Embers of Passion
Desire in New Orleans knows fire is both hearth and arson.
Passion wakes in New Orleans like weather you did not schedule — heat in the chest, brass in the blood, the room suddenly too small for the number of wants.
Hearth and wildfire share a wick. One cooks. One evacuates.
Respect is knowing which flame you are feeding when the body votes yes.
Caution is not celibacy. It is keeping the match away from the curtain while still admitting you like fire.
The curtain still remembers smoke.
JV · Dark Heart Labs