in the way her flesh burns beneath my fingertips
birthday candles
lit only to turn her skin to cinders
what a party
i like to skim the blanket covering her bones
her ivory arms
small of her back
volcanoes erupt in every pore
smoke
unseen to her
billows off each hair follicle
sending out messages
screaming incessantly
imploring me to stop this madness
that point where pleasure and pain intersect perfectly
leaves ghostly entrails spread across her body
smoky pleadings to stop
but not really
more like whispers
begging
"don't stop. please don't stop"
my fingers glide easily
her body arches into my smoldering hands
melting beneath me
collateral damages paid in full
with fiery kisses
to seal the deal
hot and deliberate
now that's love
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