Light the fuse... In the warmth of your gentle arms. Is the place where I belong, Cuddled tenderly I feel secure Feel our heartbeats strong and pure.   Light the fuse, but be it slow, Let the wick, then burn and glow, Small explosions of firelight, Now the fire's pure and bright.   Heated passion, we both now share Fireworks that burst and flare, Glowing in the midnight hour Desires that now, us both devour.   In the early hour of dawn, When emotions feel so warm, After a sensual night of love, Our bodies couple, like a glove.   Copyright Elga ~Indigo~ September 2004 - all rights reserved