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!
Welcome to Hell on Earth, boys.
Andersonville POW camp...
Russell's battle-worn body looked defeated. He was a Union soldier; she was a Confederate nurse. But when Rosa looked into his eyes, she saw pure determination. He looked fo
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.