An Open Letter to Lust

Firecracker in my chest,
could I get a moment's rest?
Can't you just ignore his eyes,
the thought of him between my thighs,
the power in the words he speaks,
the coolness of the lips they leave,
the feel of expert teeth on skin,
his fingers where I wish they'd been -
sweat to mix and time to play -
(fingers where I wish they'd stay)
just choke the spark that crawls your fuse,
(the thought of being... being used)
hide it - make it disappear -
(want to feel him bite my ear)
drive for miles, take twenty turns,
(let him give me what I've earned)
dig a hole and make it deep -
(with me in bed, he'd never sleep)
jump right in and suffocate
(bet he tastes like heaven's gates)
as sand around you chokes you well -
(better yet, he'll taste like hell)
smooth it out and let it die -
fuck - his touch - it gets me high...
I can't resist; the flame burns bright
no matter how the earth holds tight.
I know it breathes through anything -
it's strongest when I let it ring -
so yes, Diablo, I give in;
the sound of you is in my skin.
You threw me in this sexed-up mire -
I've got the fuse
so bring the fire.