lit

you are the one i am lit for.  you, with your assertive want, your demand that removes any thought of resistance in me.  i am lit by your strength and your vulnerability.  you blend passion so fierce that i am momentarily terrified, with excruciating tenderness that my heart has never before received.

i am lit in my very core.  the glow that radiates throughout my body and my mind, causing me to thrum with anticipation of our next encounter, burns with more intensity each time we meet.

our first kiss, in that doorway, is emblazoned in my mind.  i'm still amazed that i showed up when you summoned, but some part of me must have known this was an experience i didn't dare pass up.  your lips, so exquisitely soft at first contact, pulled me immediately into your vortex of fire.  your teeth, taking my lip between them, clamping down to the point just before blood would be drawn, stamped me as yours that night.

my hands sought your skin, sliding your slip up over your hip so that i could feel more of you as you pressed your breasts, your belly into me. your breath-stealing passion lit me then and there.

that night, as we caught our breath between bouts of kissing, fucking, sucking...before the bruises began to show as evidence of our hunger for one another, i knew.  the realization of what had just happened to me dawned with startling clarity.  i was lit for you, and this is a blaze i don't want to extinguish.