Dangerous Flames of Beauty

Fire with its flames so immense they come

From the dark and rise with red, orange heat

From the beauty of desire so dangerous yet

So splendid the feel of corruptive hunger

For more we crave for the image the longing

For its shame upon our bodies we give in

To the highest flame of our ever passionate sex

In the heat of the night our bodies

Take hold of the hour and make love with no regrets

Such dangerous beauty we lust for