I see the way you spit your fire,
I see the way the flames on your tongue lick skin.
I see the way you front and flirt,
like every girl you touch deserves the burn.

He wanted to get up and run to her,
Now.
Emotional gravity.
There was no thought, only feeling.
No bags to be packed,
No flights to arrange,
Just an instinct to flee.
Regardless of location,
Without her — he was a stranger.
Run.
Don't look back,
She'll be waiting.

Desire is constant
It feeds, it breeds
Beneath the tough surface
Paying rapt attention to traces of chance