Romance With Fire

Romance With Fire

The Fire caresses my body,
Stripping me with each flick of its fingers.
It warms my skin to a rosy red,
And causes me to shudder in pleasure.
The fire is beautiful,
And increases my beauty when it's near.
The fire smells wonderful,
Carrying the scent of love,
Passion, destruction, and life.
I reach out my trembling hand,
To brush the lips of the fire.
I remove my hands from my lover's lips,
Burning with a fiery passion.
That passion rises inside me,
As the Flames caress my body.
I long to be with the Fire,
I long to join it as one.
The Flames brush at my hair,
Its heat waving it this way and that.
My hair is picked up
By the fumes of the Heat.
Lifted and dropped,
As the Heat plays with my hair.
The Flames caress my cheek,
Gently.
Like Lover's lips,
They caress my breasts,
My stomach,
My wrists.
The Flames flicker at my body,
Unclothed now,
And toy with my desire.
As the Fire's smolders over me,
My pleasure and desire increases.
As I let out a low moan of ecstasy,
The Flames completely engulf me.