Oct 23, 2023
she’s so nervous when she watches you run the lighter along the skin of your palm but you can only grin, pull her close to you and hold her lithe hand in your own, tell her to Trust You– it doesn’t Hurt, it is a Thrill of Sensation— and she smiles at you, nervous but open, and you graze her skin with the flame like a lover’s tongue; and her Eyes are So Wide, so Alive. she smiles at you, looks in your eyes, and let’s you pull the fire along her arm without flinching. You Know when You Know.
