For My Sexy Mama

I suffer a daily torment so agonizing that I can barely breathe. Each breath ignites my lungs into a fire of longing so profound, that the heat of which ravages the wilderness of my soul. Everything that is me, burns for everything that is you.

The memory of us stubbornly smolders, it refuses to burn out. It desperately grasps for just a spark. Hopeful that the flame of us will explode into a wildfire that rages with such intensity that astronomers from distant galaxies will view in awe, adjust their telescopes, and debate amongst themselves the magnitude of our supernova.