The stars were sick of sad stories,

hungry, in their hearts for the whole world to change.

The branches bowed as we bounded through the forest,

kissing in the cascading darkness,

the Camp girl who could not camp,

captured by her adventurer and kept close,

between her teeth,

trembling lips,

and enveloping aura.

The air was abuzz,

my eyes were aflame,

my collar,

coloured scarlet as she smiled against the sunlit path of my perfume,

soft, scented drops,

from my throat to my humble, helpless heart,

collapsing under her adoring desire.