FIRE ETCHED ITSELF WITHIN THE HONEY SCENT OF HER SKIN,
SHAPED LIKE A FLOWER UNDER THE PARADISE OF THE HEAT OF A GOLDEN SUN
AS LIPS MET SKIN AND SHE FELT HERSELF FALL WITHIN HIM,
IN A MELTED WROLD OF COLORS SPLASHED TOGETHER WHERE WORDS WERE LOST AND THE BLOOM OF PETALS AGAINST GREENS MADE HER SMILE AS SHE BATHED WITHIN IT,
FEELING IT THROUGH FINGERTIPS OF LUST FOR HIM
SHE DIDN'T LET IT FALL, DIDN'T LET IT GO AS THE ECHO OF MISPOKEN WORDS WERE CARVED INTO HOT SKIN
AND A PARADISE OF TWINKLING WATERS OF SUN DRENCHED SANDS
AND THE CLAPPING OF HANDS SENT HER FINGERS DANCING AGAINST THE BLANK CANVAS WHERE SHE LEFT HER MARK UPON THE WORLD,
LUST IS WHAT SHE NAMED HIM AND HE LICKED HIS LIPS WAITING FOR A TASTE OF FIRE AGAINST SKIN AND THE AGAVE TASTE STILL ON HER LIPS
