Primeval twist and turn,
sensual swaying,
movement almost sexual;
the searing heat mesmerizes.
Infusing thought,
a metaphor at every level
for the machinations
of love, passion and hate.
A flicker in the eye
drives the imagination,
the terror of a weapon
wielded by both good and evil.
Caught in a daydream,
I still see the beauty;
visions of flaming lips,
shaking blazing hips.
The dangerous seduction,
look, but don’t touch,
don’t get too close
because the fire can burn.
Author notes
Option Chosen: 06. Flames - There's something beautiful about the dancing flames of a fire, or of the merciless myre. Describe it, give me how it makes you feel. Make me feel the flames.
A contest entry
- x She's Just a Delicate DisasteR x by xxRainbowDawnxx.
750 points, ended March 6, 2009, 33 entries
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I do love them, they are historic and alongside that useful, but not just that as I said above... Pretty. There is something poetic and enticing about those reddy-white-blue-orange flames.
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Thanks. Yeah, there is, very much so.
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