Brushfire

Your breath,
like the smoldering
Santa Ana winds,
rushes in
around-
pushing down
upon my
body;
searing me with its heat,
ravaging me with its power.

Gingerly,
your
tongue
reaches
out
to       lick
nipples
ablaze
stoking the fire of
my soul.

Body aglow,
crimson red
and charcoal hot,
your hands
(electric)
as heat-lightening
in the dry summer sky.

To move,
in your direction-
suicide;
but I want
this self-destructive
fire to
scorch my thighs.
Quickly, flames rage
Across belly; into
the moistened
sanctuary
of sex
as fingers,
little matches,
light an
uncontrollable
blaze of orgasms
consuming
you and I
within a storm
of ravenous
EXPLOSIONS.

My body
feeds the fire of your
lust,
love-
an undeniable quest
to consume;
while the inferno,
fuel supply exhausted,
lay in wait
for another
gust of wind
to carry it
across the sky.