So red like the lips of a fair maiden,

creatively pouting, 

looking for someone to lay their talking machine upon.

So hot like some good sex,

leaving you feeling magnificantly drained.

Do not think of the burning sensation or the warmth,

but the sounds of things turing to ash, 

snap, pop, crackle.

Listen to the the hot waves fool you to thinking of the sounds of the ocean.

Red, hot, crackling sounds of the ocean,

so.... can you feel the FIRE.