FIRE. Immani Love

I exist to corrupt her pure thoughts of a heterosexual existence.

I cause turmoil in her happy life by being the fuel to her smoldering kindling of past

desires for the touch of a woman. I spark FIRE.

My very presence is a curse of distraction from the mundane tasks of a str8 woman determined to hide her true self from not only the world but herself. She cowers behind false proclamations of sincerity when spewing words denouncing the yearning that is so

evident it screams when her mouth is silent.

I spark FIRE.

The longing in her eyes is vaguely veiled by the lust that her touch gives hint to as she desperately tries to deny her needs. One kiss from my lips and she breathes a heavy sigh of relief or is it freedom from her chains of denial. My moist tongue on her breasts and she melts into my waiting arms, the battle is soon done. I spark FIRE. My hands on her hips, her body against mine, her fingers dancing in my wet playground,

as we venture into the forbidden land of carnal pleasure.

I spark FIRE.

I lick her fingers to consume the essence of pure ecstasy and I bury my head between her

thighs to remind her what it feels like to be alive. I spark a FIRE.

Her hands in my hair and her legs on my shoulders she quivers and moans and lets me know she has been resurrected. Her spirit may have lain dormant buried deep within her soul but to taste life’s yearning for even a fleeting moment gives her hope of a reality

defined by true acceptance of self. I spark a FIRE never extinguished.

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