Burn Me in Effigy

On the other side of the thick safety glass of time and space, her skin smolders like mine. Her mouth is firestarved, her singed fingers clutch in the superheated air. Regard the node of each segment of her reptilian spine arching with desire, curling in your heat.

When it feels like no amount of saliva, of wetness, of blood can quench this beautiful and terrible conflagration.

Please, burn me in effigy.