the night enveloped the shadows of the room and darkness spread through the air. play and counter play and deep abiding corners fallen into stygian creepy places. and then a spark, light so intense it burns the back of your eye and leaves an after-image, burns through up and then down. light. foreign in this dark place. ignition. chemical reactions that mix, heat, power, and then fire flickers into the room chasing shadows and lighting corners. harsh shadows dance and flesh is revealed. warm amber glowy flesh, soft and supple and eager to be touched. goose-bumps give way to warm embrace, as flickering fire light plays across skin rich with warmth and inner heat. a chemical reaction to touch, mixing, igniting an inner fire that burns within a cauldron of coal and ash and smokey hearts, raspy voices and temperatures raised to boiling. i touch the soft hot flesh in the valley between the back of your leg and your ass, my finger indents your skin under pressure and i feel the warm heat within. slightly, ever so slightly the fire dances within me and around us, on the walls, on the carpet, and in my eyes. lines drawn, up and around the now slightly clinched cheek and a slow deep moan escapes your lips. i trace the contours up through and down within and you open to me, and i grow hot for you, and your own fingers make journey's of their own and a spark erupts and burns my flesh. i am consumed then, alight and ablaze in your beauty, succumbed to a fire that rages in desire. i must have you now, all of you, i must consume your flesh with my heat and burn my way into your heart, your very soul and leave nothing but ash and powder and burnt bits of chard and floating slowly down through the air. it starts with a kiss, a touch of lips and mingling of breath, breeze from the soul, hot and arid and full of promise. bodies touch and the chemicals race thru my veins and into my heart and engulf my desire, legs, arms, heads and hands and my burning cock spread and push and suddenly we are one flame. we burn all so brightly together. we sting the eyes and wake the neighbors, a five alarm hummer and people standing around and whispering to each other in tightly knit packs, "wonder how that got started?" the aftermath is consumed and deeply in love.