Wildfire Love

She walked into the saloon with Doc Martins on. Drank straight from the pitcher and

said, "You turn me on." She smelled like sage, bad decisions,

and spice. Told me she'd read The Ethical Slut twice. We're finger guns

and French kissin', babe. Sneakin' outta church just to misbehave. She said,

"I like 'em cute, queer, and chaotic." Now, I'm moanin' her name in her Subaru's

cockpit. She's got handcuffs in her glove box and a strap in every room.

Told me, "I'm emotionally available after this'shroom." She tied me to the bed

with a pride flag sash. Then whispered, "Consent is sexy" and then slapped