The word fire is reoccurring
in everything I've posted as of late
because I can think of
no other way to describe
the way my skin feels
after you've touched it in any way
You douse me in flammable
and throw the match down
and I love the burn
and the way you nurse my wounds
with open palms and soft lips
the way you hold me down and force my mouth open
to heave optimism into it and down my throat.
the way the flesh of your cheek gives way
to the lightest touches from my fingertips
is all the inspiration i need for the week
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