Personal Inferno Poem by Luna Moon

Wicked,
Clever,
He's like a flame.
Igniting my soul with his,
Sly smiles,
And soft caresses.
He's the candle burning in my heart,
So visible is his invisibility.
The fire spreads.
He's a poison,
A drug.
So wonderous is his heat.
Hot,
White fire,
Burning away my conscience.
Making me,
Care less if it's wrong.
Wrong to want,
Want the flame.
He melts my skin with his,
Green eyes.
Burns my lips with every taste of his,
Cayane kiss.
Burning,
Burning,
Igniting my soul,
Never to burn out.