Fire

Rain falls hard as he lays me down on the bed. I am suspended in air, lost in a place no one has ever taken me before. In this moment of fire there is no past. There is only the sounds of my breathing, my heart beating against his.

His body is as beautiful as a sculpture of a Greek God, such elegant symmetry of form. My fingertips painting pictures across his etched stomach and the sharp line above his groin and hip....the iliac crest, my weakness.

Smell of lilacs floating in the air like a love song. Lips on my shoulder. My name like a sigh repeated over and over.

Raindrops hit the window pane, as we sway like branches in a storm. Back and forth.

He pulls me to him.
You’re all I see, he says.

I close my eyes to his gaze. He looks at me in a way no one has in a long time.

Floating away. Lost in clouds. I fall asleep to the sound of his whispered song in my ear...


She needs to feel that fire
The one that lets her know for sure
She's everything I want and more
A real desire

Does she know I'd walk alone out on the wire
To make her feel that fire
Feel that fire