Warm

It's your taste that drew me in

breathy sweat intermingled in the sheets

all legs, back, and hands wandering

in those private places that should have been reserved for you.

I tried to love you, baby, in every way.

I tried to satisfy you, honey, but you wouldn't stay.

Darling, we're going up in flames

like those letters I wrote to you, trying to be a romantic,

down in the fireplace, that inferno,

after long trains of texts and bittersweet smiles,

after long drives through the rain and those

hours spent fooling around in your cramped convertible

just gasps, tugs and sloppy kisses

fingers interlaced like the flowers at the neck of your dress

when you said you gotta leave out to meet up with friends for the night:

we knew it ain't that, sweetheart.

We knew what you was gonna do,

you and I, infidel, in that ("heat") together--

that nox;

girl, I do not know where you're runnin' to

talkin' bout some new options

that ain't me, that sure as hell ain't you.