A flicker of fire as it licks the sky,
Does fire breathe? does fire die?
The touch of hands upon my skin,
Burns like the flames held within.
The fleeting touch, the soft caress,
Don't take it away, for I confess.
You are my only, my precious, my love,
And I'll take care of you, carefully as a dove.
Please enjoy my second impact/poem and entry into the bounty4love competition. <3
This one was inspired by a beautiful friend of mine named Amber.
Thank you for taking the time to read my simple words.