a house party

My skin caught on fire at the sight of him. 

I didn’t want my cheeks to be red like that. 

Was it anger? Embarrassment? 

All I knew 

     was that there was an overpowering sense of desire, too. 

A desire for what,

     I’ll never know. 

But there was desire. 

I kept my eyes focused solely on him.

He’d bumped into me earlier,

causing quite the commotion

I’d blushed then. 

     And I’d blushed again now. 

How embarrassing. 

A roaring filled my ears

My heart was pounding. 

His piercing blue eyes widened in astonishment

and he froze in place. 

One step. 

   Two steps. 

With each step, he was one step closer. 

       Three steps. 

               Four. 

He snapped out of his paralysis.

     Backed away slowly, slowly,

Looking around him, but always keeping me in his view. 

It was then that I realized that I was most likely causing 

quite 

a 

commotion --

again --

at this house party, 

since so many thirsting girls were also staring at him.

     But none were brave enough to make advances.

      Like butterflies shying away. 

They’d probably mistaken me for one of their own,

      but I could never be one of those 

           dithering, 

           hair-twirling girls.

I looked around and saw --

as expected --

the shocked faces of stilettoed girls, 

but also the stares of some men. 

They looked me up and down,

     but not in lust. 

Their eyes were wide with horror.

They cowered slightly,

which was so unlike that usual laid-back pose.

I shot them a fiery glare, 

     but then looked at myself. 

Scorch marks were left on the floor.

Flames licked around my fingertips. 

I couldn’t feel the warmth --

     it seemed to simply be another part of me,

but the flames were obviously hot. 

I was on fire.