Playing with Fire
His want for her filled the room.
Like the white heat of a fire;
desperately reaching for oxygen,
reaching for her.
Eyeing her with hunger,
Imagining her warm flesh against his,
Feeling the lusty curves of her body with his eyes.
She could feel his hunger from across the room;
The way his eyes tore her clothes apart,
And opened her up in the way only a few men know.
She met his eyes without looking away,
She knew he would hurt her.
She knew he would burn through her,
And leave behind charred remains.
He held her gaze making his way
She felt the tendrils of his
Wrap around her
as she slowly
to his naked hunger.