Fire

Breathtaking beauty

Swaying seductively

Under a gleaming moon

Dancing to the rhythm

Of the earth and wind;

A mixture

Of orange, red and yellow

Against a black sky,

Dancing to the beat of the world

But more to its own beat.

A sparkling seductress

Swishing and swaying

For all to see;

But come closer

And in agony you will scream.

She will strike like serpent,

Your skin will burn

At the heat of her touch.

She is pretty on her own,

But when approached,

Rages like a lightning storm.

Smooth to touch,

But sudden and quick to bite.

She will warm you,

Shelter you from the prickling cold,

Then envelop you in her arms,

Her flames.

Silently she dances

To the beat of her mind,

Her curves call to you,

Her colours beckon you forth.

She’s hot

- In so many ways.

She’s an artist,

A deceitful painter,

Who gives you love and lust,

Passion and deceit,

Desire and danger.

Love her not,

For she knows only pain;

A silent dancer,

A flickering flame,

Of blue and yellow,

Of orange and red,

Swaying and spinning,

Twisting and turning,

In a cold barren desert,

Under a love-struck moon.