nostalgia. || orig. poetry

||january embers||

"your hair is like fire: january embers"

we sat and talked for hours and I never understood how much your words were like a drug to me

but your presence was much worse

it felt like the perfect antidote for my desires.

the drag of your hand across the silk of my thighs sparked embers that i cannot extinguish

you, heart throbbing inferno

you sent my soul ablaze

from just one touch of your fingertips you identified me like an iPhone home button

unlocking all the secrets to my cravings

making me vulnerable and in heat like the fire inside of me

I'm burning for you

so much that i beg my skin to do tricks until i feel flicks of mere flames dancing through my veins

I'm entranced now

if this is a mind game

i wouldn't mind me being hypnotized by your eyes

they were the same color as mine

but your skin a few shades darker

your melanin mesmerized me

tell me something: how can someone be so ravishing?

how can someone stir up a commotion in my core?

like damn the fact that my feelings are still attached to my sleeve when i allow this

i allow you

I allow you inside

to use my body as a gateway to my mind and soul

like fuck how it feels to be in control

you make me feel sublime.