He sees me, but not really my body, only mind

Most girls, women, would KILL for such a thing

But I want him

To want me, and all of me and be consumed

By me

Passion, fire, explosions

All dead; quiet as the sea after a storm

But even the sea

gets rocked a good time or two because the sky

knows its heavenly body, waves, salt, creatures, good and bad…

Exists.