"It's just a dance. What are you afraid of?"
She whispers into my ear.
I look into those damning, starry night eyes,
Feel the flames lick my body where her hands lay on my back.
"I'm scared the flames will burn too harshly, or that when the fire is put out all that will remain is the rubble of a broken heart."
I think to myself.
But then she slowly spins me around,
And I feel naked under her gaze,
And I couldn't care less.
The fear of never having you is larger than the burn you will leave behind.