Katara:
There was a fire,
burning in her Heart,
crumbling up her mind,
devouring her senses,
setting her nerves alight with him.
She could only see in red,
could only think in gold,
and all she could smell was fire.
His hands,
everywhere at once,
on her arms, legs, brushing the very heat of her core.
Fumbling over her breasts,
he knows what he wants.
His mouth leaves marks,
red spots contrast against her tan skin
Hands on a naked chest, fingers splayed,
brown on a field of white.
Everytime their lips collided,
she drowned in his heat,
no escape from the fire.
A need consumed her,
blocking all reason,
holding in protests...
As if she would.
No words but loving ones,
no sounds but passionate moans.
Hands grabbed at shoulders as they found what they wanted,
riding the wave of pleasure together.
Waves upon the sand,
fire being banked,
held back.
Brown and white,
commoner and noble,
Man and woman,
Fire and water.
A/N: That was quite interesting. Hey, i was bored. Can't blame me for that!
Su-Su