SHE LIKES IT HOT

I once went crazy for girl who liked it hot.
First it was the scalding water in her bathtub. She also took her tea hot as hell.
Then it was her weird fascination with lighters, matchboxes, fireplaces, volcanos. Fever. Jim Morrison. Pyres. Coffeemakers. Fried eggs. Paraffin. Cigarettes. Candles... The color of her eyes under candlelight, a promise.
Red drops of wax over her inner tights. Me blowing the flame before slowly pouring the elixir over her velvet-like skin. Her erect nipple. Her little spasms of pleasure. She would leave me burnt away, and then run out to take a cold shower, all alone, humming
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire...