It’s true that I feel a fervor for him right now.
But despite the urgent acceleration of desire, I plan to just linger here.
Stretch out in my burning house and appreciate the flames.
(his fingers trace slowly down the long side of my torso, raising chills
& his midsection bears down when I squirm beneath his touch
I pull him closer, wanting the weight of his chest upon me
& his hard-life eyes hover above mine in the half-light)
Soon the walls of this house will collapse.
Soon the structure will burn to the ground.
(but please, not yet)