There was always a inferno below the surface, smoldering embers glowing inside me like a coal fire. It was something to be contained, controlled, tamed by my sheer will alone. No one understood…my passions, desires, fantasies. Things that show in the swirling depths of my eyes, written there like an ancient dead language…a tongue only you speak. One meeting, a kiss, a facial caress…a tease, a promise of things to come. Things to do in the dark…

Conflagration, Fire!

And I am burning from the inside out…for your touch: hands, lips, eyes…feast on me.

Devour, Swallow…

The pressure builds and glass shatters…sparks on the sheets, flame eats the edges of my vision. In my eyes you glow…

And in your eyes…

Heat.