Length: 67 words
Summary: & I start to burn. Slowly.
You flick on with the touch of a button,
a little mechanism readying you for your task.
My pale body awaits your heat.
Your red mouth kisses me
and I start to burn.
Slowly.
You crawl up me,
singeing my every inch with your touch.
I am consumed by you,
and we become smoke together.
At the end,
I am nothing but ashes
and you nothing but a gray curl of the breeze.
We’re spent,
our purposes served.