PINEAPPLE LIGHTHOUSE

Red Hearts

It was at dusk
when you came to me
asking for a seduction.
With fire in your eyes,
you asked me urgently.
Bitten by your overtures,
I did everything but faint.
It was in your very blood
to want me.
Your blackened heart,
holding the weight of ten,
did not take me by surprise.
You had waited for this for a long time.
I listened to your primal cry,
your tense surging body
floating to mine,
as the moment exploded.
I found myself wanting you just as much.
The red fever of the encounter
was so hot and heavy
I could barely come up for air.
You took me.
You took all of me.
I had never felt anything so
penetrating,
so lusty,
as your lipsalmost touched mine
and you simply combed my hair.
I whispered to you, afterwards,
that I was yours.
You smiled like a squirming devil,
knowing that you had me
from the beginning.

So was it love?