Flames of Passion

Beneath the sparkling, shimmering heavens,

The cool breeze gently caresses our cheeks.

My heart swells with sheer joy as his lips brush mine.

I know I am fortunate and I am always aware

Of the sweet, fervent love I know he feels

Whenever I am near him—my Guardian Angel.

As the night wears on and our celestial audience observes,

They find us locked together in a passionate dance.

Our mind connected by an invisible fiber,

We dance as our hearts overflow with sweet bliss.

His touch both chills me and sets me aflame,

His whispered words of desire echo forever in my mind.

The dance intensifies as flames are ignited—

Rich, beautiful flames that cannot be extinguished.

Our ecstasy is the flint and our bodies the kindle;

And before long, these flames of passion illuminate the night.

The fire consumes our hearts, our minds, and our souls

As we just keep dancing, our gazes forever locked.

Soon, it has become too much—this fire we've built.

It has devoured us so that we are the flames themselves.

We move as one, twisting and turning together,

Our gentle kisses hot, our bare touches searing.

Never so close were any two human beings

As my Angel and I were that dark, rapturous night.

I danced that night with my one and only Angel;

We spun and we dipped, we twirled and we jumped.

We heard nothing else save the other's racing heart,

And our eyes were blind to all else that existed.

I cared for no one but my Angel of Music,

Desired nothing more than his fiery, ardent kisses.

As the dawn began to break, streaking the sky with color,

I lay back against my pillow and pondered this thought:

"How unfortunate it is that this beautiful dance

Is so often misunderstood and done the wrong way."

That previous night, I learned something new:

To start this powerful fire, it takes two hearts and one unified love.