This is what happens when a volcano becomes active. Lava runs through my veins, static on my skin, a glow on my cheeks from within. And that’s just from thoughts, of you. When you’re around, the slightest touch sets me ablaze. Every nerve ending feels like hot wire, and you, the source of my desire. […]
Like a gem that glistens, I’m attracted to your light, Like a little moth. “Like a gem that glistens, I’m attracted to your light.” “I’m attracted to your light, like a little moth.” Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: Gem & Flame.