The deep smoldering
that you always seem to have about you.
That passion that draws me to you
not firey
but subdued
something below the surface
that remains unseen
till you choose to show it.
I press my lips to yours
and feel the heat beneath that cool exterior.
I stare into smokey eyes
and find myself lost in the slow burning.
The dangers of fire seem pale
to cold that insues without it.
I do not fear the flames,
I'd gladly burn to ashes
so long as you're the fire that takes me there.

02/04/2004