Wildfire

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Your eyes glow
in the burning embers
of my raging heart.

I am scorched
from love’s flames,
my body branded
with the smoldering passion
of your touch.

The scent of your skin
on mine still,
lingering,
like incense smoke.

Dangerous and untamed,
I am a wildfire
burning for you.

The Eye

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You gave me the eye the other night.

Looked me down hard.

The air between us cracked for a hot moment

with a bolt of ambiguous desire.

 

I was struck,

became helplessly flustered.

 

Grew flushed and wanting.

 

You sauntered by me,

your chest puffed out meaningfully in my direction,

projecting rough masculinity like a magnet

that you know has the power

to draw me in.

 

If only time, distance, and social decorum

did not stand in the way,

I would have cut the space between us in two

with the sharpness of my fierce and unceasing heart,

rained a torrent of kisses on your lips

and unleashed the wiles of my native passion upon your body

like a ferocious and tender storm.