Everything was burning around us, the flames swept everything inside the house, consuming it.
Outside, we could hear the sound of neighbors and rescue units trying to save us.
The fire started in the kitchen, while you cooked and I kissed your neck, I couldn't contain myself as I saw you standing there, provocative and perfect.
I approached from behind and without hesitation began caressing your cinnamon skin; honey dripped down your body.
My fingertips began the friction that started to ignite everything, as always.
Despite seeing the flames all around us, we didn't want to stop, we consumed each other.
In the end there was nothing left but a few grains of rice and a bean.
Photography by Giorgibel
