I want to burn,
I want to burn with such passion that I scorch the earth that I walk upon.
I want my heart to erupt into flames, my chest bursting with orange and red tongues of fire.
I want ash to pour from my mouth and for my eyes to smolder like coals.
I want my skin to blister and bubble where your fingers caress it.
I want the concept of cold to be foreign to me, for heat is all I know.
I want to burn, and for you to burn with me.

For those who burn are blessed,
because most of the world is cold,
and don't know what it feels like
to have the heat and passion of love grow in your chest,
until it is the only thing you feel.
I want to burn.