Love letter # 390
You should probably not touch me like that – nor stand so close – for you might start a fire that ends up with me in cinders.
It’s not you I’m worried about, it’s me. The way things go when this kind of heat gets into my blood.
Then again, if you have a mind to make a spark, maybe edge a little nearer. Put those gorgeous hands on me. Bring that splendid frame into my orbit.
Yet before you kiss me – or let me kiss you – understand that a kind of wildness is on the cards and that it will most likely be my heart on the line, not just my sex.