ARSON

Her life is a case of arson, little fires she sets just to feel alive It starts out as a curiosity, Intrigue. First it's a glance his way A smile. A wink of an eye. She plays around with the consequences, tossing them aside It begins with the sole purpose of proving that SHE is in control of every word, gasoline giving way to flame lust She looks at him with fire in her eyes burning down everything she hides behind Engulfing everything she has hoped to find ...and found. There is something addictive about danger the adrenaline rush like a drunk kiss for the self-destructive, masochistic stranger