His fingers touched my cheek, and I turned from the purple and red sunset. “I have a secret,” he said.
“What is it?”
He leaned in and kissed me. Through the fireworks going off inside me, loud and beautiful, I heard him whisper, “I love you.”

A hand rests on her hip, fingertips like the suns’ rays

She turns and is scorched by the love and lust pooling in eyes as dark and murky as a lake at midnight.  

She drowns in him, loving the way it burns, brands, and steals her breaths.

The liquid desire washes over her and consumes her.

He smoothed the sharp edges of her heart

Reshaping her body with hands

Reshaping her mind with his words

Reshaping her organs with his love

She wasn’t merely letting him have her heart

He was bending and contorting himself,

Becoming her heart