Near the Fire
I’m touching close to the fire,
It burns my fingertips as I linger for too long,
It caresses my skin as it beckons me...
The fire is hot as it breaths down my neck,
The crackling of the flame is behind me,
It travels down my spine and it ripples through my body,
The thoughts of you being near...sends me to a delicate place...
I’m touching near the fire,
And it feels so furious and sweet...