INFLAMMATION
Can't stop thinking about your
molten lava asshole.
The way it burned on my fingers
as you doused yourself with fire's enemy.
How it must throb and ache and want...
at least as much as I do.
The ways I want to fuck you.
Want to pull your jeans & panties down...
and put out that lonely fire that still haunts us both.
You're so drenched in it...
Gasoline feeding your every pore...
Gasoline feeding you yet you want more.
I have what you've been burning for.
Now spread your legs
and take it
whore.
Of course I don't pay you,
at least not with cash...
But the fire's the same...
save that our flaming lasts...
It burns us forever;
our lives are a furnace...
We're playing with fire
and want it to burn us.
Written By Jason Wright
OCTOBER 12, 2006
for Jeremy