Spirit Fire Lady

Jaimey Perham © 01/20/2010

In her presence I felt her warmth burn my soul to its very core

Leaving only embers of ash to float to the bottom of my concrete floor

She would come into my life in waves, bringing her special powders to sprinkle on my bruised head fractured from a small fall not too long ago

Her love would fill my heart with fire

Fire from her golden fingers of lightning

Frying the electronics without and within the walls that trap my tormented mind

Bringing me to a state of ecstasy and bliss

Where no mortal man can resist a magic woman who spawns the power of GOD in her heart

But, the Devil in her body

I would love to travel through her forest of dreams

Swim naked down her long dark brown curly hair floating down the Seine River of lustful passion

Drift through the colored neon maze of gay paree, and dance hand to hand with my spirit fire lady down the crowded busy ‘streets of lights’

Off to a tiny café and smoke some tobacco, and drink some French wine in a dark corner table

Finally arriving at a distorted hotel where we make love for first time that night like wild beasts in heat

Devouring each other up one lick, one bite at a time

Our bodies cross and bend together in symbolic ancient patterns

We groove together in a single harmony, a single note, a single tune way into the late morning hours right before the break of dawn till the sun comes up over the “city of lights”

Together we climax and explode together as one into a bright blinding ball of fire…

And then like the wind, she goes like a ghost…