I feel fire somewhere in me.
Sometimes glowing soft and lustfully, while other times it consumes my every thought. Not so easily extinguished, once lit. It can drive one to insanity, that heat in your heart.
Everything goes dark for a moment, except its light, its warmth, its ever enticing glow. The way it begs you to be near.
“Be cautious,” they say. “It’s dangerous to play with fire,” they claim. That risk that pull, I know it’s part of the beauty.
Maybe that’s why it’s so satisfying, that Fire rhymes so perfectly with Desire.
…..for one is but the other…..