Fiery Woman, Giver Of Romantic Fever
By Handsum-Hart

What is this feeling
of extreme heat
traveling like a woman’s
ignited passion
throughout my anatomy?

Fiery woman, why has thou infected me
with your romantic fever?
Were you born inside a volcano?
Does lava flow in your veins?
Because how else can a woman
be so hot with romantic fever!
Am I to become
your inferno of love
or shall I be
burned at your stake?

Yours arms looked
so warm and rosy
yet fire doors they were
waiting to shut me inside of you.
Why cook my body
over your campfires
of hot passion
as if it was a marshmallow?
Is this not torture
or your way
of giving fiery love unto me?

My burning soul
in earsplitting outcry
wept "behold what I now be
because of thee."

My thoughts burn
with so much fiery fierceness
my mind is afraid to think
fearful it will set my brain on fire.

Afraid of being barbecued
in this heat
my spirit has fled my body.

My emotions so hot
they blister my skin.

My flesh I touch not
fearful I’d scorch my own fingers.

Now fireballs, my eyes
brilliantly burn like meteors
and flicker
with flaming infatuation.

My soul now hotter
than a lit match
with dreams
of starting a raging fire
gave yell in burning voice.

"With all its might
your romantic fever is hugging me
and won't let go.
Now certain I am
forever will I burn."

Yet I seek no escape
from this heat
rather I stand, at my full height
and holler
within these flames of passion.
"Oh ye fiery woman
giver of romantic fever
burn me around-the-clock
if thou dare
until residue of burnt flesh
and bone I become!"

© 2003 Ronald Howard Moman