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

to her

She felt the tendrils of his


Wrap around her

as she slowly


to his naked hunger.

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