You light me and I burn.

Scorched earth before me.

Red ground, broken.

Seeping through my pores like molten gold.

If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire.

Unmatched, zealous creature that I am.

I crave, and I scorch.

I want, and I receive.

My touch like fire, my tongue a pyre.

Words, whispered and stoking.

Fuel me, my lover.

Tender of fire, my warmth.

Watch me burn out.

To dust, to embers.