fire. fire is passion fire is disire.
It burns bright the smell of wood burning is calming.
The crackling of the wood is all you hear its soothing.
The warmth of the fire covers you like a blanket.
You feel the tingled sensation of the atmosphere.
The night air blows at the flames they dance.
They dance forming lovely images. Images of blissful people dancing to music.
Music bringing everything to life the flames jump and sway.
Watching them you could get lost.
Lost in its bright red orange glow.
Lost like a woman's kiss.
A Kiss that is soft gentle warm like the fire that burns before you.
By Raven Alexander