He’s mid-set, sweat on his skin, crowd losing their minds, he’s locked in the din. Then she hits his sightline slow grin, dark sin, looking at him like yeah, I know what you’ve been thinking. She doesn’t move, but he feels her pull like a hook in his spine. One blink she’s gone. He’s not fine. New place, late night, bass like a weapon, she’s leaning on the wall like she’s been counting every second. Eyes locked on him a dare, a taunt, a threat, like she came here hungry and he’s the meal she means to get. Is she following him, or is he already caught in her net? Either way he’s in deep. No regret. Heart kicking harder, heat climbing higher I’m on fire. She slides out back, hips sharp, steps slow, and he follows like a sinner who already knows where this will go. Alley dead-ends brick cold, moon low. She spins on him, fists in his shirt, voice a rough “don’t speak, just go.” Then she slams him to the wall, kisses him deep, teeth catching his lip just enough to make him breathe wrong. He’s gone. I’m on fire burning where her hands ran wild. I’m on fire she hits like sin dressed in a smile. I’m on fire I’d crawl for her, mile after mile. I’m on fire and she knows how to make it vile. He doesn’t ask her name names don’t matter here. Just the sound of her breath, just the scrape of her nails, just the way she whispers “closer” in his ear. He’s done pretending he isn’t starving for her. Her place, his four walls won’t survive this. Door slams shut, clothes hit floors, she climbs him like a promise he won’t be the same anymore. Her body moves like she owns the night, and he’d give her anything she asks on sight. I’m on fire and she feeds it with that dirty grin. I’m on fire drag me down, drag me in. I’m on fire I don’t care if it’s ruin or sin. I’m on fire and I’ll burn for her again. © Copyright 2025 : Slozzman All Rights Reserved.
