scarlet fever for lust

by Rachel Lynch in

Scarlet lips, hip bones in the front and back, a dive into the heat of closeness. What is intimacy really? Is it the touch of warm skin, or the thermal connection of souls? It is both. And I, myself, believe that you cannot have the first without the latter. Touching without connection is tepid and lukewarm. There is no real fire burning, no moon to dust off the listless indifference. You cannot connect the dots if there are not any there in the first place.We are a part of the solar system.

Picture me under blood red moon.