Sunday, January 3, 2010

cold fusion

You feel like ice
Your hands send chills through me when you grasp my hips
Bitter cold brushes against my skin with your touch
Put your frigid hands in mine
It heats up

You taste like combustion
Your lips burn when they press against mine
Smoldering and yet I want more
Pour some water on the flames
It only aggravates

You stink of smoke
Your breath smothers me
Can’t see through the dirty clouds
Can’t breathe through the thick haze
Open a window

The air clears
I am alone.

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