This just in 
You've got embers for skin again
Throbbing between the legs such familiar pain
Only words need be said to cause a flare
He dares

He's an arson of lust
Setting little blazes and then running but only to get a good look from a distance
Because he likes to watch
And you need his eyes on you
So your temps are even higher
This is so "lit"
And he comes again with his tongue flicking

A second meeting in a public space was a spark set to torch level by tantalizing conversation and constant eye contact and size difference and touches and suggestions and hand holding
And
Maybe honesty
The mere thought of him standing next to you adds logs and branches to the pyre

And then the kisses in your car and fingers and hands and surprise reactions and getting lost in the moment almost but in a parking lot and his voice and how he commands and you can barely speak of it without feeling it
right
NOW

You can't remember running this hot
You can't recall your skin bubbling and oozing desire this way
He's not exactly your type
Or is he
Bushy beard, strawberry blonde, stout
Irish or Nordic
And the Irish have always been trouble for you
And what comes out of him into your ears and mind
Lighter fluid, gasoline, aerosols

You're so bothered by the smallest moment
You have to masturbate in your own bathroom and fantasize just to open a valve
You have to control this burn
or they'll all see major damage
You've almost scorched the earth behind you as it is
Who was that one with the eyebrows and the fur and the Mr. Big Fuck-Me Smirk that you'd have laid down to die for?
You can't see right now through the smoke and flame

Is he gonna put you out?
Are you going to let it and him consume you?
He might have said girlfriend
He said you look good together
You need to be next to him
Because you need this heat
Even if you're reduced to ash
Even if there's nothing left at all
How much is left in the tanks anyway?
You better burn while burning's good
Story at 11.

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