My Kind of Fire

I like it when  
my bare back is pressed  
against a cold wall
 
hold me by the throat
a thumb to stroke a line
across my cheek
dominating my sight
like a brightly lit fire
to soothe the ache I feel
 
I'll feel your cock  
pressed against my body
and I'll tease it
with my hips
 
Play with me
like you play with lighters
flames kissing at  
your fingertips
when you flick them;
eyes lit like a candle
as you get lost
in the heat of their light
 
and when you speak to me
your voice will spark me into life...
 
I'll let you run your knife
across my chest
pluck off the straps
of the lacy bralette  
that keeps my breasts
hidden from your eyes
 
And when you pull the rope
darling-
 
You better pull tight