Inferno
Some days I am a fire
Roaring and sparking, all encompassing,
Giving off heat and light,
Visible to all.
My passions are the fuel for my flame
And the audience the oxygen.
One or thousands, it doesn't matter,
When both are put together, I am
Unstoppable
Marching and advancing,
Devouring and consuming,
With a hint of danger if one comes too close.
And yet. There is a sentience about this inferno.
A soul. A spirit. An intelligence.
A longing to be paired with someone who can handle the heat and embrace it, and yet not be destroyed.
A desire to burn as bright and hot as it possibly can.
To provide warmth, heat, and protection against the cold, and wild animals howling their displeasure- Scaring away the things that lurk in the dark and have no name.
In tender moments,
To caress
And comfort over and over and over again,
Stoking your flame and the heat within,
Until we are sweating with the heat and passion of my penetrating love,
Your head tilted back in supplication as the flame inside you ignites and explodes repeatedly
Until there is nothing left...until next time.
But today I am embers.
Do not be fooled by them.
Instead of looking at what is,
Think of what might be when those embers ignite.
And it will be glorious!
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