Sarah Winter

     The fire in your eyes

                     As we embraced.

               The way that you held me,

          In-fixed in your wondrous heart,

            Torture, of your love is killing me.

             Soft, strong, lips as we connect

               Inflicted by the heated flame

      Arms linked, head tilted, soft breaths upon my neck

           A warm hand lingering on my heart

            I love you, he whispered in my ear

  And on went the summer's bliss