I wake up
in the small hours,
your name
on my tongue,
my bedsheets
hot and twisted.
My hands burn
from touching
your skin
and the smell
of sulfur
stings my nose.
My thighs are blistered
where they
wrapped around you
and my breasts
are red and fevered.
My lips are swollen
and raw
from kissing you
and my hair is
singed
where you tangled it
in your hands.
Inside
I am slick
and molten
where you
melted me
with your
iron
desire
and my heart
smolders
in my
chest.