2 months ago. Monday, November 17, 2025 at 7:09 PM
The warm breeze rustles the palm leaves on the top of the tree you are bound to. You feel safe because the tree lends you its strength. Until I look into your eyes, the flames that are flickering in the reddish brown depths cause you to hold your breath. It holds promises unspoken.
I whisper, “I wonder if the sun can match my desire and make you burn.”
Your eyes widen and your lips part.
Do you thirst for me?