the tension in the air hovers and swirls
like smoke from flames, like sparks of electricity.
the water is warm and the sunshine is loud,
and as the daylight turns to golden dusk,
her eyes glow like coals above the campfire,

and they say,
come with me.

when the lights go out and the fireworks begin -
it's drowning in delicious appetence,
a ceaseless craving
for strong hands and soft lips,
featherlight touches and bucking her hips.

she whispers with a wicked grin,
and the sheets disappear to nowhere,
all that's there are his fire-catching eyes,
drinking burning sinking into her skin,
his breath on her neck, drawing her in.

their heartbeats clamour
with mismatched tempo:
hers skitters and jumps,
an unbroken mare.
his keeps a steady rhythm,
breaking for a crescendo
of louder faster pushing harder.

and all that's left
is a slow-breaking dawn,
his fingers in her tangled hair,
and dreams which echo
with a sunrise smile.

the firestarter here,
is the heady rush of
his perfect scent.