BEAUTIFUL BODIES

Matchbox

Our feet are in line with one another.

Our bodies are so close, yet so far apart.

I can feel the sense of urgency run through each vein in his body.

I study every perfect imperfection that tattoo his body.

Every freckle that leads astray across the bridge of his nose,

the little crinkles surrounding his mouth, showing the emotions that come and go.

We walk closer and closer to the point where we become one person.

His hands gently run up my arms,

leaving goosebumps in his tracks.

Creating my breath to become ice and my body frozen.

But the flame in my heart remains,

yearning for someone to throw used paper so that it can grow,

and create a fire that will never die.

He rushes towards me and embraces me with his wanting arms.

Allowing  his lips to lock with mine, 

sending me to cloud nine.

Not only was paper thrown, but a whole tub of gasoline.

  Spreading into every inch of my body,  

turning my little flame into a forest fire.

Overwhelmed by the burning in my heart I run my hands through his dark hair.

I smile between each kiss that was blessed upon my lips,

as the fire continues to burn throughout my entire body,

reaching the outside of my skin so that he could feel the heat that I felt.

Leading him and me both to crave more.

Every love is a matchbox.

Light the match and start the fire.

[This poem is definitely a fixer upper, but what piece of work isn't.  I'm kinda getting a short story feeling with this poem but oh well. Anyway comment what you think of it!! Please vote as well!! <3 Thanks for readingggg]