Flame

Love.

Now I understand,

That it is the most powerful force,

On Earth.

It is an idea,

A person,

A desire.

She is my love,

My idea,

My person,

My strongest desire.

She is,

my whole world.

Every thought,

Every word,

Every breath,

Is hers.

I,

Am hers.

She is,

Both day and night.

She is,

Both darkness and light.

She is,

My flame...

Dancing across the floor,

Beautiful.

Shining bright in the dark,

Gorgeous.

Filling me up with warmth,

Unforgettable.

I want her. I want her now.

And every single fiber in her being.

Because every time I don't get her,

Her memory torments me.

With those deep, relentless eyes, which swallow me whole.

And those smooth, perfect lips, which flawlessly call my name.

With those arousing curves, which mt fingers yearn to trace.

And that unforgivable, tempting voice, which sends sweet chills through me...

And so we begin our waltz,

In the dance hall of passion,

On the dance floor of desire.

I respond to her advancements with my own,

Begging her to,

Set our love ablaze,

And...set me on fire.

Author's Note

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