Today's OneWord: Swept

You came to me on an winter's night, and you swept me off my feet. You brewed all the love you had in a bowl, piping hot, for me to drink. As I took a sip, I felt the edges of my mouth curl up with fire. I saw your visage through the smoke, and you were my greatest desire. You carried me to the bed upstairs, and we huddled together for warmth. I knew despite this blizzard, you would protect me through the storms.

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