Wildfire
He was wild.
Trying to tame him was like trying to tame a fire ignited by gasoline. His movements left sparks, his eyes like amber and when he smiled it was blinding.
Everything he did was magic. He was loud and brazen, never backing down. He crackled and overtook, he loved and he consumed.
His touch was like a flame. It left you warm, left you red and scalded but in the best way.
He was intoxicating to love and to taste. He was an addiction, a habit I could never hope to break, never wanted to give up. He destroyed and martyred, sacrificed and stole all at the same time. He was a metaphor for danger and yet I’d never felt safer than when I was in his arms.
He was a wildfire. Warmth radiated off of him, pooling into the corners of every room he walked in. His body spoke in ways he could never voice, his tongue rattled words in a way only he could, in his own language.
His laugh was like a hurricane, inescapable, boisterous and never resting. He was poison, coating every iota of my being in his love and emotions and it left me drunk and stumbling.
He was powerful, yet so very very soft and pliable. He conceded to my every wish. He sang and loved me with his entire being, even when his own flames turned on him. He loved me even when there were monsters licking at his heels and he could barely breathe, he never stopped.
Making love to him was easy. He could put anyone under his spell with a smile like the sun, and I had been under since the first time he said my name. He was ecstasy, the very definition and beyond, but he was better than any drug or word in a dictionary could hope to be. His voice was like a song, one you could listen to on repeat for millennia and never be bored of the lyrics. When he cried out my name at his highest, when he was crumbling and turning to lava under my very fingertips, I swore I’d preserve his voice in a jar that would never be opened.
He hurt, he left broken branches and char wherever he stepped. He felt like heaven and hell all at once. He was chaos in a world of tranquility, turning everything on its side and marring pristine white with black and red and every color of passion the human mind could think of.
I’d never seen something so beautiful.
And I loved him.
