love-traps, spark-words

"have you ever made love
atop a bed of roses?
she asks him.

"no,"

he says,

"but i can't imagine that anything compares
to the silky smooth skin of your thighs."

and his grin,
tilted sideways,
sends her reeling
because it's midnight
and she snuck out for him
and he's lost to the lust of his fantasies.

he must be.

because they've only been dating a month,
but she's worried she's falling too fast.

she can already see herself in his eyes.

"have you ever felt the spark
of electricity through your veins?"

he asks her.

"no,"
she mutters,
"but your dimples are constantly stopping my heart."

and her fingers,
tracing his,
make him dizzy
because it's noon
and he's sprawled on his back
and she's forgotten herself beneath the heat of the sun.

she must have.

because they've only been dating a year,
but he's worried he's ensnared in her trap.

he can already feel himself in her pulse.