A flash of pleasure, surprise, and passion,
Burst forth,
Burning away apprehensions of painful memory.

The fire is kindled,
Will I play?
Yes.

Will knowledge of the building heat
of this amorous flame,
protect me against being singed?
No.

Spark, to embers, to dancing flames, to an inferno.
In this way all fires grow.
Smoke cloaks
the flames as they move to encircle you,
until it is too late.
Charred by the flames,
You will be alive,
But only barely.

If only I would step away from the flame.
I am a woman and not a moth,
But I am drawn in.

A few steps could save me so much pain.
But it burns so bright!
I am dazzled by its intensity,
And held fast by its warmth.
So many promises it cannot keep,
But still I trust and move all the closer.