the heat building, my core weeping.. the flames of need rising up to scorch my fingertips. do you feel the heat pouring from my chest, reaching out to you like a caress? do you feel the kiss of the flames as they play on your skin, as i touch you in my wildest dreams?
your thighs are a deep sigh of relief and your hips reverberate through me. like an orchestra in a canyon, honey stick marble, quivering cliches. your body is a loving home, a triumphant slow dance in the warm ocean. in your eyelashes a desperate prayer - you will never see your eyes like i do: like a gift, a crystal stream. like you don't even know how perfect your hands are, how your neck makes my teeth sink. you left me dripping from the heavens, and i can't believe you're there.
i desire to trace secrets on your skin, my fingertips mapping stories only we share. i crave the echo of your laughter lingering, like a melody woven into every heartbeat. wrapped like loose ends around my fingers, pushed so deep. aching like rainless ponds beneath booming skies. plunged so far into you i cannot ascend again or i will drown in desire - breath by breath this little death smells so sweet.
there's that look in your eye again and i am born on the in breath, with the out i die. when you stroke my hair, with your lips to my sticky hand, i slip sweetly away. to where this inanimate body is set aflame and every last heady gasp only brightens the blaze.
