Veils of Red

Veils of Red

Fire passion in veils of red

he burns; tearing away

shadows of illusion,

of deception. Fingers of

flame beat against

my skin, through my hair,

heat against my lips

inside my stomach,

through my aching heartbeat.

He shouts and scorches

my soul, but, oh Suzaku

don't let him- please let him-

blaze his way through the

walls of wave I have built,

the flood of cool, clear water;

my only protection against

his unwavering storm of

red heat that

presses through me in

rolling waves of

steam.