The drag of your hand across my chest sparks a blaze my lips cannot extinguish. You stubborn inferno. You drive fast and damn the red lights for slowing you down. You see my veins shake at your first touch. The power to move my blood on your own accord. The definition of heart and after the stick shift jerk, I beg my skin to do tricks. Like forget how good it feels to lose control. Between the burning house of your hands.