you hide it half-heartedly
cover it, just barely
that flame that secretly burns
you mask it with romance
dilute it with pretty words
try to deny it to yourself
but you are a woman on fire
you smolder and I smell
the smoke a world away
you squirm and cry for freedom
chained in a cold pit of shame
for being a sensual woman
chilled by another’s blizzard
there’s no denying your passion
I am like a moth who flies
too close to the flame
a man unafraid to play with fire
no white knight on a white horse
more like a dark dragon of desire
a breath of fire in the night
to burn away your modesty
though you try to smother it
I can feel your steamy heat
a world away from your lips
from the inside out you will
burn us both to fine ashes
for you are a woman on fire
*whew* Maybe this the cause of Global Warming, reading this poem?!? Suddenly VERY warm in here. Holy smoke, Don Juan - undone by the passion in these lines - well done!
When Miranda Nolan inherits a house she soon discovers a need to solve the mysteries surrounding the late owner along with resolving the strong attraction she feels for a co-claimant who lost his hearing and faces a world of silence.
The Matchmaker:
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage
YOU Jump right into a heart and know it so well, as you express it so beautifully Don Juan!
WRITE ON!
WRITE ON!
WRITE ON!
Blessings and Peace, Purple_Passions, SHEExooo
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.