Fire

Late at night I would wonder how your lips taste

Your knowledgeable words is something I've always craved

Our first encounter was like two stones trying to create fire

As time flew by the fire grew wilder

With my pen as a lighter

I became a writer

Each word brighter

Trying to capture your heart in my cocoon of flames

Not using my body but my brains

Trying to capture you with my rhyming chains

So you would always remain

No longer wild but tame