The Warmth of Her Fire

I find no delight in winter's fire.

It's burning cold chills me to the very bone.

In my mind, I sit alone, a prisoner to my thoughts, and to the howling winds of storm's breath.

I find no comfort in the halls of memory, every shadow frozen in place. As if touched by Medusa's gaze. I call to her, the fire to my soul. She who would warm my very being to the core. Her lips of temptatious desire, her fingers of longing haunt me.

I hear a knocking below, Winter's withered hands knocking for me to let him in.

"Begone from here, your frozen touch is not welcome here old man"

I lay my head to rest, covered in the warm thoughts of her, surrounded by the heat of her wanting.

"Come to me my Angel of temptation. Let the fire in your eyes light the cold furnace of my soul so we might be once again"

Mine eyes close to the dream of her. Of us frolicking in the quilt of our desires to be known by none but us. She is my flame, and I her candle to be lit by her command.

Fates be damned, we are bound by a destiny we build, our home forever in our hearts. Feel me in your arms, taste me on your lips, as I drink you in like life's water. You sustain my being, I am forever yours.

Let us forever be.