Shimmering in satin,
Flames scaling the material
One distracted moment at a time,
She reclines in repose.
Engulfing every fibre in a heat,
A reckless abandonment
Of the usual laws of nature
That is matched only
By the breath of she beneath,
The licking amber tastes of her.
Unconcerned, she blinks an eye,
Scoops away stray locks;
She wears it so well.
Yet, it is such a delicate balance,
A precarious perfection
With the potentiality for inferno.
Dare I apply one more coal to the hearth,
Stir the embers?
There’s a whole sack to spare.
(Image courtesy of fallnangeltears on deviantart.com)