from the first time you
locked eyes it was fire

when you finally touch
lips it’s like a thousand
nuclear bombs are going
off and you two are the
only ones who don’t care

when you touch her
for the first time the
fire turns into a blaze

you’re hungry now,
hungry for her, for
the first taste of her
flesh, for the first
lick, the first ******,
the first **** of the
last **** of your
life

words seem silent
against the sound
of touching skin
and burning flesh

the moment never comes sooner,
the finale is the overture itself

you don’t care anymore

from the first time you
locked eyes it was fire

after the last memory fades,
the flame silently goes out