We spoke fire to each other
Flames
Licking his lips
Where I wanted to be licking his lips
And he watched me
With blazing eyes
And hot hands
And he is still wondering
Why I haven't taken my shirt off
And this feels too real
Too raw
To powerful
Too much
And I am trying to cool down his volcanic gaze
Trying to backpedal into the whitewash
Trying to surf this wave
We were a perfect match
Maybe that's why we burned out
