Lust

(I took a prompt from life lately. Not just from the scenes in a game, but from how ugly some of my feelings felt. Enjoy. On to the older prompts tomorrow.)

It's the heat that makes me kill.

Not the sun. No, the sun stands long forgotten. Not for the obvious, romantic reasons, but because it simply doesn't heat my skin the same way anymore. Tanning seems like a waste...bathing in the glow just doesn't mean the same thing anymore. I've found another source of inspiration.

It isn't the weather, either. It's been overcast lately, a dull and sullen gray that bathes everything in muted tones...almost everything. The real colors stand alive, like Darwin's favorite photo album. The red of the brick, the green of the grass, the red...it strikes you visually, digging into your eyes with little hooks, keeping you in place. In gray days like these, it hurts to see the colors too long.

I think it hurts more to look away.

But that's not the same as the heat. The heat I feel is different.

It isn't the heat of a body, not exactly. The heat inside of a body can be so tantalizing...could be. The press of skin on skin, the taste of a breath, sweet with wine or water or want. The scent of hair brushing against my shoulders, electrifying, leaving sparks that burn and score my back into constant, hungry action. Oh, what a heat that can be, the heat of sweat and salt. The heat of life. Body...burning body heat.

My heat is something else...the heat inside revealed.

Your blood arouses me, excites me. I thirst to taste it, to feel it on my fingertips, my collarbone, my thighs. It rushes into me, onto me, through me...that heat extinguishes the cold ice of my logic, of all the plans and lies and the 'process'. The game turns into the hunt, the hunt into the kill. Your heat into mine.

I eat you. I eat you dead, and I love it. I feel warm inside. I feel love, or something better. My heat makes all the world turn cold. It's the heat that makes me kill. It's the kill that leaves me hot...and cold, a moment after.

I can never stop.