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