he’s like a lighter
and when I look at him
I start sweating gasoline
crimson electricity surging throughout my core
the blood in my veins becomes magma
afraid to let it loose for it could have me skinned,
I aim to cool my desire behind lies more wretched than even my wishes
my eyes flicker silhouettes of the internal battle
as I watch him, vigor and all
Painting the world his own shade of red
he continues to move forward while a blaze floats around my helpless form.
the wind, though powerful and almost solid, is hardly relief from the smoldering attack
his gaze pierces me without warning:
the match has been thrown.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
he’s like a lighter
and when I look at him
I start sweating gasoline
crimson electricity surging throughout my core
the blood in my veins becomes magma
afraid to let it loose for it could have me skinned,
I aim to cool my desire behind lies more wretched than even my wishes
my eyes flicker silhouettes of the internal battle
as I watch him, vigor and all
Painting the world his own shade of red
he continues to move forward while a blaze floats around my helpless form.
the wind, though powerful and almost solid, is hardly relief from the smoldering attack
his gaze pierces me without warning:
the match has been thrown.
first posted April 25, 2011
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