::: Moth :::

[gnutmeg]

like the heat of a star
your beauty radiates
from the core of your heart
it keeps me whole
on my coldest nights
I dream of you
with my hand between my legs
is this okay?
do you mind?
I need your heat
to bake my sordid thoughts
into an almost sensible mess
and you're waiting for the difference
in all your exothermic heart
you'd never admit to burning me
it's not your fault
when I can't resist your flame