Dark blush spreads out under peach

And velvet skin.

I whisper something in her ear

And the stain creeps over her.

Unaccountably beautiful

She is as perfect as a new born rose.

Most delicate petals of softest pink

Her eyes like dew drops.

I love it when she gets embarrassed

And it happens so easily.

Naked under shining lights and many eyes

As I touch her secretly.

I stand and watch, detached

Up to my ankles in cold rain water

Watching flames burn through

A flat cardboard box, that I placed there.

- Death by Metaphor