The sun paints my skin with warmth and you spread your fingers and push it deeper until my insides are molten and when your lips finally demand mine, press hard and soft both at once, open against my own and take all I am between them, I let my
(more) breath out in a sigh of smoke that you swallow whole, a breath of leftover flame that sets the corners of your mouth curling because I was ice when I met you and now only the barest touch of your gaze sets me churning hotter than the center of the earth. (less)
