I fucking love Florence and The Machine and I've been listening to them non-stop. Just my current muse right now and I really wanted to post this. I have a few other one-shots that are also influenced by their songs and I might post them up later.

Go listen to Only if for a Night by Florence and The Machine. You won't regret it.

Today, this night, this moment.

I will hold you. I will wrap myself around you and underneath you.

I will tear you open with skeleton hands and hide inside your scarred chest and I will lie next to your pumping heart and rest my hands between vermillion veins.

Only for this night.

This moment. Instant. Second. Minute.

I will snarl if you attempt to pull yourself away from me and I will howl at pale skies if anyone rips you away.

You are mine.

Only if for a night.

For not even twenty four hours.

I will guide you. Your hands to my scars; the color of white lightning.

Your thighs to wrap around me. To hold me down.

Your throat; bared to my thirsty teeth and tongue and spit.

Your hair will drape out against cotton sheets; a halo of orange innocence.

I will kiss. Touch. Skim.

Skin.

Will you?

I will burn you; scorch you, scald, sear, char.

Until you are nothing but ashes and black bones.

And then I will swallow you whole.

Feel you in the back of my throat and caress you under scarlet lungs.

Only if for a night.

And tomorrow, when you wake.

I will be smoke.

Dust. Ash. Dirt. Powder. Grime. Coal.

Nothing but cobalt dreams and venomous taboos.

But I will remember.

Honey skin. Choked out moans. Heartbreaking embraces. Hushed, warm whispers echoed in the ear.

And you?

Will I be your ghost? Your dark, incarnate, wretched ghost who fulfills desires and forbidden acts?

Will I hold my grip, inside of your tenacious mind?

Will you think about me in the early hours of the morning? When the golden soaked sun is still hidden underneath amethyst mountains and the skies are a color in between melancholy grey and hopeful cornflower blue?

Even if you don't, I will.

I will hold you in between sparrow thin ridges. In between ribcages the color of pearls. In between the retinas filled with shades of cyan and platinum.

I will keep the sound of your voice inside and the feel of spines threaded through bleached palms.

I will carve it into my skin. My lungs and bones and tongue. My throat. My spine. My eyes.

Only if for a night.

I will let you go.

And you will dream.

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