love-struck arson

there's something

deep and sultry

building in the pit

of my stomach

each time we kiss.

an inferno.

it's burning red

and orange,

and warming

from my ribs

to my throat.

it makes it

hard to breathe.

my skin turns

crimson

and against my better

judgement,

the scorching desire

takes over my body,

sending signals

to ever nerve ending

it can find.

till suddenly,

every piece of me

has fallen victim

to your love-struck

arson.

EKS