I can feel it growing,
A smoldering smell fills me.
My pulse working overtime,
Overheating...
His smile, his laugh,
The way he makes me blush.
I feel the thick layers of my heart,
Tingling as they melt.
My breath catches,
The burning begins to hurt.
The pain growing slowly,
As does my desire.
The pain slowly morphs,
Becoming a deep happiness again.
The flames become consistent,
But always growing stronger.
