Fire & Ice

“A dame that knows the ropes isn’t likely to get tied up.”

– Mae West

Fire & ice

Winter

It’s cold

Like your touch

And I

Am a creature

Of the heat

I

Delight in the taunting

Massage

Of the sun’s rays

They force me

Into

Complete submission

Fire Its The power

And it burns

Deep inside me

Beware

Your daggers

Of ice

Cannot penetrate me

I will laugh

As you melt

Fire & ice

Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

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