Firedance

The flames dance slow
On white-cold embers
Night grows still in
Thick brooding silence

Your eyes, they delve
To the depths of my soul
Bathed in stark darkness
What despair unknown

I will not back away
For such a magnificent sight
Will never come again
From this glorious night

Your warm breath caresses
The skin on my neck
As my fingers trace
The curves of your back

I pull you closer with
My lips against your ear
Tremulous, sighs summon
Inner beasts of desire

You look up at me with
Terror in your eyes, yet
Implore sweet salvation
As I take you tonight

It’s too late to run
From this suffocating mire
But dance with me, my love
In pure iridescent fire.

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