Her fiery thoughts
threatening to flare up
when her passions were at
the boiling point
my eyebrows, singed and blackened
even couldn’t be doused
by my sweaty palms
and teary, blinking eyes
Throwing water on her now
would only cause steamy dreams
increasing the mystery
as I drew hearts and arrows
on the mirrors of her skin,
“Come back to the water”, she whispered
her fingers grasping my hands, willing
coaxing me into the realm of
her passionate kisses

her conflagration of desire…