Your standing there
in tattered Lucky jeans
with sweat-drenched hair.
You have my scratches
dancing down your chest
under sacrilegious rosary beads.
Our eyes are waltzing
as you set your cigarette,
and my want, on fire.
Because you know
our infatuation comes
from smoke and lust
Compounding.
Your too damd hot to touch.
So come slow your heart rate down with me,
and let the cold water give you chills.