Burning Evening

Flames fall across her shoulders like lace Dancing about her body is an inferno finding warm blood flushing my face I am unable of looking away from the glow The lick of heat following her every curve sparks replace her eyes when we meet remaining calm in her presence will test every nerve am i capable of handling her heat? She will become a blazing beacon of light dancing atop a burning pyre how lucky i must be this night to be standing next to the beauty wrapped in fire