Tinderbox He is crackling heat behind blue eyes and furrowed brow, a tinderbox waiting to ignite.   I want him to gather my hair tress by tress, sweetly lull, and yank to expose crook where shoulder meets neck.   I want him to have me pinned to kitchen counter, held by hair wrenched tight and … More Tinderbox (Disclaimer: Verse in the Key of Explicit)