I am the fire

I am the fire behind a quiet smile, The glance that lingers a second too long, The woman who walks with confidence, Knowing exactly where she belongs. I am soft skin beneath moonlit skies, A whispered thought you cannot ignore, A slow-burning spark in the darkness, Leaving you wanting more. I am passion wrapped in patience, A storm concealed beneath calm seas, The kind of woman who turns heads Without ever trying to please. I love with depth, not hesitation, With hands that hold and a heart that stays, Yet there is a wildness within me, Untamed by ordinary days. I am red wine on a winter evening, Bare feet on cool earth after rain, A longing for connection and freedom, For pleasure, laughter, and life's sweet pain. I am not innocence, nor am I reckless, I know desire and I know restraint. I am every shade between angel and sinner, Every strength and every faint. I am a woman fully alive, Not asking permission to be seen. Soft when I choose, Strong when I must, And unforgettable in between.