.

watching you watching me,
fuels my ignition.
waiting on
an explosion of
nerves,
firing and misfiring.
exchanges of
words,
naughty and yearning.
but sufficing on
my own, batteries,
and steamy dreaming of
your generosity,
with destroyed clothes
and mangled sheets,
leaving me
exposed
and increased.
waiting like
a fireball burning,
sparkling a soft haze,
patient
and churning,
waiting to be set ablaze.