the tips of your fingers are matches and as you drag them down my body my skin ignites in flames
and i lay beneath you as i start to burn, your fingers continue to move on to the under side of my wrists and the soft spots of my ankles;
you watch me with your golden eyes and a smile touches your lips as you slowly watch me char
and when the inferno begins to touch my heart i whisper 'i love you' as you finally run to grab water
but it's too late.
YOU ARE READING
forelsket
Poetryforelsket: the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love everything I have and will write about you
