there's something
deep and sultry
building in the pit
of my stomach
each time we kiss.
an inferno.
it's burning red
and orange,
and warming
from my ribs
to my throat.
it makes it
hard to breathe.
my skin turns
crimson
and against my better
judgement,
the scorching desire
takes over my body,
sending signals
to ever nerve ending
it can find.
till suddenly,
every piece of me
has fallen victim
to your love-struck
arson.
EKS
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