Magic City

I grew up with an understanding that magic lived in a city of blue lights and coveted sin, that men were built to be senseless steel buildings tall enough to shoulder any storm but too condescending to shed a tear they they will continue to be the knight in shining amour as long as the darkness does not fade and that for as long as you shall say yes, they will stay But this woman is too robust to care she locked her feelings in her heart and fed the key to the furnace but caring isn't exactly something you can contain if it becomes too much it lurks through the peep holes and key holes then finds the next taxi to the city of magic and even becomes the demon's advocate. So on most days she finds herself bed strapped and longing to know him to breathe his air and maybe even hear him talk a whisper out of this man jubilates her soul and sends an after shock twitch through her Now imagine what his touch can do, but sadly he wears rubber gloves with thermal absorbers and makes him cold with a fire that glows only from his eyes... ...she should buy a heater....