You always preferred the slow burn,
a meeting of souls before bodies
begin to possessively skim along flesh,
eyes unbridled with who you want
to take and lock around.

You said that type of collision consumes,
one untied knot at a time
before we catch our breath
because there's always more to reveal.

An essence that lingers through the room,
the mystery never evaporates,
bursting into warm wisps around me
as I sink inside to light the fuse.

Just slow down, lover,
remember what I once said.

The crossfire of auras and words don't fuck
or crash to rut like rabid unchained beasts,
they can make love and quiet every rage
with the lightest soothing touch to calm
the billions of cells flowing beneath.

You said to not take
this skin for granted,
to catch our breath and undo you
one patient knot at a time.

There are mysteries beneath
that will always linger in you,
an essence waiting to burst
into wisps that become
the warmest part of me.

Slow down for now, lover,
and I'll show you how
to really light the fuse.