Retro-Grade1

when i was naive i was afraid of the bright heat of passion he twisted and shaked curled his seducing fingers beckoning me to braid his red hair cut his locks and thread them into a gold gown when i became nubile i was afraid to step within fifty feet of this heat scared that his spark would set flame to my soul that he'd pour gasoline on my skin pack my mouth my eyes my ears and all my other open wounds with old love letters and pinch me with his yellow fingernails and his dark eyes watched me burn i burned into him thought it was love his fingers danced on my belly circled my breast then traced the scar on my ch