Fire

It's like a slow burning fire, always stoked beneath the conversation. It lies in wait for the opportune moment, releasing a spark of lust that flares for a minute before it dies back. We take turns adding wood to the fire, keeping it burning as we dance around the flames. As we move closer to each other, the fire grows and covers us in a bubble of want. There is nothing else but the desire as we lock eyes with the flames reflected in our eyes. With a soft caress and the whisper of a kiss, the fire crackles with energy as it becomes an inferno. We try to ignore it, pretending to be neutral as the flames warm us from within. Playing with fire gets you burned but I'm walking in the flames for a moment with you.