at the depths

succumbing to him so hard i reminded him of old desires.
fires that went out.
his ex used to scream and shout.
that was tired sex? he said afterwards.
and we kissed and honey melted between our lips.
he played with fire and made beautiful things.
i am fire. i try to organize earthly things:
arrange oil earth trees mud build things up burn them down
smear them around as ash.
he harnasses fire like magic.
most likely he will become envious of the orgasms he gives me
like everyone else.
i make love.
she says.
i dont like it hard.
at the depths of the deepest love,
i wanna tell her,

there is very

dirrrrrrrrrty

sex.