Flaming Touch

Red lights
A night drive through corrosion
As fallen stars
Is what we are

Ignites
A suffocating passion
Faintly groans
Craving for more
Her velvet lips are both a blessing and a curse
Crimson like the skies
Of December
As one, connected by this flaming touch
Racing like our hearts
Thrill and danger
Brown hair held tight by avid fingertips
Skin caressed by the winds
Of the seashore
Keen eyes
Diverge from the wheel
Alluring voice
Pleads to go on

And the smoke
That fogs up the Windows
Like the haze
In horror flicks
She’s got her hands entwined behind my neck
With a stare that says
I hope you remember