Jackie Kirby


The Fireman - Poem by Jackie Kirby

Her house was burning sounds of police cars
and fire trucks were all around From the curb
she watched firemen As they began to fight the
raging fire Police where blocking the road so
no one could go near And the firemen could do
there job She sat so quite on the curb as her
house was burning down A voice spoke she looked
up with tears in her eyes There stood a fireman
asking if she was alright As the fire men put out
the fire This fire man sat an held through out the
night With the break of morning light he asked what
she would do She told him of another home she would
go to Thanking him for all they done he gave his
number Then said if ever need to talk please just
call A few weeks pasted all she thought about was the
fireman Whom sat by her side all night How the
warmth of his body kelped her warm On such a
cold cold night. Built strong and little rough looking
Yet gentle within his heart an soul
When he answered the phone he said I haven't been
able to think about anything but you She said my
place about 8 tonight He said yes knocking on her
door a few minutes till As she opened the door his
heart race She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever
seen Her hair was red as fire hung long an to the middle
of her back Wearing a silky white dress that outline
every inch of her body Her skin was so dark from her
tan There wasn't a thing that couldn't be seen For
she wore nothing under the silky white dress On her
feet she wore white spiked heels He knew he must
control his feelings He'd never wanted a woman as
bad as he wanted her She took his hand an lead him
to another room Roses where everywhere room was
lighted by candle light soft music filled the room
Bottle of chilled wine with two glass set on a small
golden table Her perfume filled the air She poured
two glass of wine then said i have been with no man
for years Never wanted to be till i met you And i wish
to give myself to you She reached over an kissed his
lips He held her tight within his arms as they kissed
Her passions grew stronger she moved back Slowly
she undressed him Then stood in front of him untied
the straps of her dress Let it slowly fall tothe floor She
took her wine slowly let the wine flow down her neck
onto her breast The fire man could take no more He
gently kissed her neck tasting the sweetness of the
wine that flow to her breast as their bodies became
entwined With heated passions and desire Their
body's became as one The explosion was the greatest
they had ever known Years have passed Still their
passions an desires Are like that first night

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 9, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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